We on our own trip | falling in love by the milligram | pay no attention, no intentions could keep this from getting out of hand | so resistant cause we know that we are so content to sleep where we land | so sick we get to choose when we skip the plan | pay no intention, no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand | get some comfort from the chemist and we hold each other close as we can | wait wait wait wait wait wait wait | worse things have happened to better people | that’s the mantra | the feelings are over with | sick pout | kissed | but no frown flipped | missed it | we’re dealing with oceans | big fish bigger hooks | no coast, row | but just don’t go quiet | keep them alarms loud | let em look | no harm meant friction in the gaze | stare easy or fade to another place | why stay | ain’t no sense in mending any fences | they break | only taken when there’s things to take | all away | all of me offered if you ask | but only if you ask | honesty could cost me all I have | take it, we stay on our own trip | stopping the world to creep again | sleeping where I land | soft | demons eating | bottom speeding up toward my feet | I’m easily lost | needing for caution | fear to exhaust | escape the dearest to me | clear for take off | we gone again | autobahn | counter all encounters | cracks in the armor | home without a doubt | it’s a thin line between coded and closed | cozy in any mode | long as I’m covered | so long as I’m not exposed | this place is wrong for me | offer me | all or nothing | all for nothing | love me not | watch me closely | call my bluff and call the shots | roller coasting | off the lot|outthebox|busted|butfuckit|it’swhatI’vegot|soitrustitwhetherornotit’son its own trip | we’re so amused with dismay | ignore the fuse | straight in the flame | we’re so amused with dismay | ignore the fuse | (Justin Vernon) | fully, fully | i’m relying, i’m relying| and your heart legs like a joke |cut the cable, leave the oaks | im the fable, now we choke | love me baby while you poke, i won’t befriend a lie | 7 red glosses imbedded in cold washes they said | motivated mosses are holding over thier hounches she said | if more of them was honest you know no one would be cautious | and i hope that scans with your man!