you were my north star
all words and a beating heart
you were the gauze that made the bleeding stop
the pause that made me fall apart

we're both scared to show our cores
and scared of repeating history
we're scared of all the patterns
that made us scared initially
you're scared that you're unworthy
and undeserving of my loyalty
but you're too proud to swallow pride
even when you're thirsty

we're thinking about leaving our hometowns
all this small-town thinking has us worn out
I'm handing down the hand-me-downs
when London calls I think I'll turn him down