We walk and we argue.
Either way it’ll be unfair.
You don’t want to be here
and I don’t want to be there.
We continue to walk home.
You clear your throat.
I fix my hair.
There are wars in our heads.
We know.
One of us will have to walk home, alone.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
We walk and we argue.
Either way it’ll be unfair.
You don’t want to be here
and I don’t want to be there.
We continue to walk home.
You clear your throat.
I fix my hair.
There are wars in our heads.
We know.
One of us will have to walk home, alone.
