You don't know what love is.
This is what love is:
I'm sleeping in the backseat
as Carter drives us
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
Trust is set on precedent—why should it be I who bleeds?
Life was taking way too long…who had breath to waste?
Everything is never quite enough.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map