Hit the brake!
Hit it, quick!
We're going too fast,
Destination unknown,
We're going into a car crash,
That's well known!

We didn't just met, apparently
We're bound to be collided,
Been gaining traction
Now it's unavoided
In this autopilot
The prisoner has gone mad,
madenned

This is not going where they think it is
Hidden agenda of fate is always a surprise
A gem or a granade trap,
Or both in one
Scary nor exciting
Help ourselves, we must hit it now!

You were the wall I planned to keep
Breaking myself against
A breathless distraction to chase the
Thoughts right out of my head
Glassy-eyed
I wanted to run wild with you all night
I wanted all your pretty nonsense to be real
And if I had to bet
On every bone in my body
I'd say the same was true of you

It's a shame you left me to my own devices
For we sketched such a beautiful
Delusion

Trying to make it to the end
By trying to pretend
That you will comprehend it all!
It all, one some weekend

Listening to TS
Imagining scenarios, O yes!
This could be us
She says
But the world is our nemesis

You have your eyes on others
Might have a couple of lovers
I just shudder and hover
On love songs’ acoustics and covers

I know if we become a thing
You’ll break up and say it was a fling
I will write sad songs and sing
And give my friends a ring

When I leaned on your chest
your heartbeat was racing
I held on to that bliss
Nevermind if this is temporary

With your hand on my hip,
we were going places
I didn’t need anything else
And in that moment,
I felt truly alive


-c.s.

When we walked hand in hand somewhere in October,
I felt like the pulse was elapsing.
But when it's just you and me—
voice stolen, head empty,
my heart started to beat as it had always been
just as the first time you sunk deep right in.

I tried.
I try, at least—
to keep us abide.
But again, just as we fell so hard in May,
now the flicker is fading away along a distant noise
As you let me 
slip away from your arms.

an unfamiliar touch,
a brush upon a strangers skin,
hair trickling between us,
the beginning of our sin.

you were the poison
and i was ready to die.
to drink you down, your flavor in my mouth,
was my final goodbye.

I am your fugitive,
Running to escape my fate.
Underneath the moonlight, I feel safe;
Though, I am still the fool.
My innocence wishes to survive your arrows,  centaur; you,
a master of archery.
You haven’t missed one shot on me,
Aimed at my heart, I do not fall.
Aimed at my heart, I do not falter.
Underneath the stars, I feel safe.

I am your fugitive,
Running to escape my mistakes.
Underneath the skies, I have misplaced my loyalty; as such does, the fool.
My heart wishes to love one,
banded with honesty.
That is not you, master of archery.
Aimed at my head, I still think.
Aimed at my head, I still wander;
Away to where I may feel safe.