i know you wanna travel the world,
but why can't you do it with me?
you've been under the city street lights for too long,
sucking in their brightness only to create a shadowed drive by.
how many times have you walked here before?
you can make a left turn, cause i don't know who's right.
but i won't, i can't look at you, if you're wrong.
it's like another east side road, we don't belong here.
this is the first time you needed more than some coins,
the first time you needed more than your car keys and purse,
you brought some change for yourself and a left a lot for us to adjust to.
i just don't trust you.
but honestly, i'm starting to believe the lie that i can do this without you.
