They are easy to come by and difficult to leave behind.
Hiding is easier than telling the truth-
I’m afraid.
          Afraid and excited and that makes my heart beat fast and my palms get sweaty.
I know that you could be the end or the beginning.
And even though I want to hope, I’ve gotten lost somewhere in the middle.
So I will make my excuses and you can drive me home,
And maybe next time I will be brave enough to fix the damage I hope isn’t too great.