I leave my heart in cities I've never been to. In states I've never seen. And I wonder why I'm lonely when I'm the only one who leaves. There's a heartbeat somewhere in me. Though it chooses not to love. I do care, but for a second, so please don't press your luck. Indestructibly hopeless. I won't hide it, I'm a mess. I'm addicted to this chaos, and you don't want to know the rest.