6:10 p.m.

i'm trying to get my hands to stop shaking
you're supposed to be here any moment

my heart is already backing out
my feet are already running

trying to twist and turn against this straight jacket
i forgot to tell you in between all the phone calls and plans
that i'm scared of love
which means im scared of you

and i love to run when it looks like its gonna get good
commitment feels like a noose ever since he hung me

i bleed out of opened wounds at the thought of
"i love you"

waiting for my phone to buzz
but all i want is to never show my face again

thought i was ready

we were supposed to meet at this table

all thats left is my notebook, opened and covered with water stains

forgive me written in block letters, pages still flying in the wind