I don’t want to believe that I’ve wasted all your time.

Every set of lips that ever met mine

Every conversation past 3 am.

Contradicting vibes that color inside the lines.

I don’t want to know if you never really missed me,

Just wanna get through tonight without feeling tipsy.

Define a problem by the way that it lingers;

My problem is the way that my brain remembers.

How to go forward with so little truth?

Be it left lane

or

freight train.

Take me with you.