i found out what im a sucker for....
it's going to get worse before i get better.
and from Houston to Paris is the proof that nothing stays long enough for you to love it.
and i rest now assured that the seas and the cities we cross leave a trail of closure...and yet a pale sound of excitement.
Im drunk and youre naive...i guess from across the world you get the routine.
about picnic tables and missing turns.
back and fourth from wrapping fingers and accents that burn.
After a good night's sleep youre still basking in the what-if.
you can re-arrange these ideas a thousand times...but we're all saying the same thing.
and for once...im not trying to back up and clear my conscience...get home safe.
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