I ride around most nights
Figured I’ve got the time to spare.
And I act like I’ve seen it all
Challenging the glances of strangers.
So I sit there on my morals, night by night, hoping that they’ll get me by. I write about you with ink that bleeds hatred and then I crumple them up.
The city’s trash cans overflow with the things I want to argue with you about. But hey, you’ll never know because when the sun rise, I will still send you that morning text filled with love because it still feels wrong to give it to someone else.
I wonder why I am so afraid of losing you when you’ve already lost me.