Eye converstation
pulls me out of frusteration.
Don't know where I've landed,
but frankly,
I don't care.

And he's taking me back,
God,
He's taking me back.
And honestly,
I'm a little scared.

We've started talking in code
Caught on so **** fast
Words don't even matter
and neither does our past.

His actions speak louder than his words ever will,
no doubt in the fact I want to swallow him like a pill,
because I'm sure I could trip on him forever.

Could I please trip on you forever?