I don’t know just how it happened. I’ve always thought I’ve had it figured out and now I have nothing but questions. heart that’s full of fear, a head filled with doubt.
You seem to have all the answers but I’ve always been quite the skeptic.

Hey beautiful, will you grace city streets with me by your side? We’ll lose ourselves and I’ll selfishly hope to find myself in your eyes.

The city air smells of autumn, coffee, cigarettes, and speeding cars. And flashing signs, though we ignore them, guide us like beacons through the night.
We don’t need a map or directions, we’ll just float where this pavement will take us.

Hey beautiful, will you grace city streets with me by your side? We’ll lose ourselves and I’ll selfishly hope to find myself in your eyes.

Though we may never go back home.
Though we may never go.