I'm talking to whoever hears my voice. I'd be with you now if I had the choice.

The way it gets with no one else around. I understand why it gets you so down.

I see the tears that fill your eyes. The pain I feel from you is no surprise.

It has been like this since we ran away. We've been lost for so long we've decided to stay.

Our state is solitary to each one.
It's hard to care when you're on the run.

It gets cold standing out in the rain. It fills you up until you're
half-insane.

No one out there really seems to care. To go back you just wouldn't dare.

But we end up out there anyway. Out there in our minds street is where we lay.

We're confused by the effect of our escape. We may appear to be borderline flake.

A cover-up for the real self. True feelings hidden on a poet's shelf.