She asked why I'm addicted to solitude
Do I truly need it?
I beg to plead the fifth
Bargaining with lost lay of the lands
Wishing to be lost
Sunsets in streetlights
Certain beauties in midnights
In the late hours
You start to remember what we call ours
Learning it's okay to fall
Sometimes it's not for love,
For the mind craves heavy drugs
And some pursue trust, while after lust
I'm stuck with pride