Revenge, I’ll show after ripping these pedals once given in awe
Hurt so I’ll remove my shirt, here are two cold shoulders
What I really want to say is, I’m scared, wounded
Amazed how easily you can walk from me without looking back
Terrified I won’t do the same.
The destination never explained, though we were running trains, thoughts fell impressively lame
Boarding empty spaces in our names, finding one wasted ticket seems to be a thing
I’m the stupid one arriving with bursting bags in hands
Misread, misdiagnosed this dilemma
Walking home I know you won’t show
See you’re already making it easier to walk away without looking back.
Emotion Dough 