Hold me accountable and I'll hold you closer.
My gut has always been my compass but lately I have been heaving it into gutters. You smell of a grove of trees my family drove past for years when I was younger. It's like a fortune cookie I opened 17 years early.
I don't say these words aloud as I fear they would set off a chemical reaction within me or you... or that they would come across like a foreign language, straining for meaning.
Turned in my badge and gun as far as anyone ever understanding me is concerned.
You are concrete and boomerangs and everything i can count on. When my back feels like breaking, or my stomach feels like heaving, or my eyes feel like raining... I will always think of that.
Been shit talking so much with people who are asleep on the inside. Their veins are pumping blood but their hearts just aren't in it.
