i never thought you'd whittle away
let go and gain control
are you a loyalist or trader?
just give my life away
left a cryptic note on a napkin
said "if this is what i am, i don't wanna be me. and without you, i'm just..."
push away with all we were(n't)
baby-blue eyed motives and jones soda dreams
this victory is always bittersweet
i'm just fine
but my passenger seat 'aint.
and like a mummy, you unravel.
Posted by yrs&mn at 4:53 PM
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