don’t die i’m coming for youit’s just a matter of timedon’t walk closer it’s not a good lightwrap your arms around your eyes and just sit tighti’m a little wearywith the direction your stearingmaybe you should move overlet me take the wheelcommon sense’s not so common these daysand i myself am starting to feela bit less comfortablenot so sensablemore like a not so meant to because that just makes more sense to mecause i just can’t relateno i just can’t relatei’m having second thoughtsabout the car i boughtit’s not really that usefuland it never takes me anywherei’m always nervousabout the things that have no purposei’m so sick of all the peopletired of what they say and how they have to starei’m counting backwardswith hopes that i might ask herabout the time i caught her eye, how she felt and what it meant to meshe’ll say she saw the futuretook a picture got a lecturemade a note, kept it close abouthow we’re not so meant to beit’s just not meant bethe way the world worksisn’t so greatbut of course has it’s perksthe trees they’re making facesi’m naming people and placesbut not the few left off the listit’s not too on keybut they caught the other side of mewith a routine like thatof course theyll remain namelessuntil i say otherwise