I’m lost
On your world on a string
When I can’t figure out the
Continent your finger’s pointing to
We laugh, sit back
Soaking in the light of springtime
And you tell me you love me,
And will take me here,
And there,
And there,
And I believe you.
Your quiet lips sprouting such
Eloquent promises of adventures,
With camera in hand
I believe you
And fall for you
In perjury.