he says
how dare you doubt me
I reply
*how dare you give me no reason to trust you

Sometimes
I crave to have
The truth
I know when
It is not mine

Where do the lies
Fall after leaving your tongue?

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