setting up camp

I'm just gonna sit Gave up the chase Choked on uncertainty Stuck with that taste You know where I am Owning my place Digging in my heels Till we sleep face to face

every story needs a villain

Vebalize he said I don't read minds Tired of cleaning up messes You leave behind You're lucky you're pretty But your mind is a mess The more that I love you The more that you stress

departure

They are just voices On my bus They only judge Preying on trust I'm getting off here This is my stop My cares disappear As the stairs quickly drop

Micro

The ink dried Parted ways Faked our smiles Now we're strays