She stared me down a vacant lot, holding just a vile, of one thousand miles, i traveled to lay where i was shot.
waves of tender hugs, and secret love notes, a love worth next to nothing, a love thatβs hard to cope.
she asked me why i had stayed the extra hour, my head thought the truth as my mouth decided to shower, that girl with future demons and tears sheβd never have cried.
but why she follows everything but her heart, itβs a mysterious thing about her, i swear iβll never master, like the strokes of a brush product of every recent thought.