when i thought we were relations of wastelands, she led me through, gripping tightly to my hand towards the shade, where the notions were clear and assumptions were made,
the thorns and the weeds at the soles of my feet had cut me as deep as the soul in mcmichael's creek she said, "don't let me fall asleep"
so we can run farther and farther away
we laid around in foreign arms by the stream bed, thinking over the words that she had said in the leaves, where she had told me the story of giants and queens,
you stole everything from my heart as we drifted away from the place that i thought that we both were you think i'd know it'd be that hard
for us to run farther and farther away
was it worth it? you said that i ought to be perfect what did i do to deserve this? let's just try to be different,