It feels so complete
To be holding my own
Hands
To be the warmth
My soul craves

W a nn a  
g o
w a nn a taste the open   r o a d

l e t  strangers look at me f u nn y
want to catch this t r i p

wi t h you

wanna be a mess
           have my feet on the dash
b e  s o me  w h e r e  o p e n

four walls could
never be a home
if my soul is sick
and my mind is tired

You
Bring back my childhood
Make me woman and girl
All at once
And love me

How could
We do these things
To ourselves?
To our soul
Our mind
Our bodies..

I'm so unbelievably sleepy
My face hurts..
And there are no words
left to say what I have been
saying all along.
But they weren't listening then,
and they don't really care now.
Just a matter of time I guess.