Bags already packed hidden in the bedroom closet
Actions adding up and becoming plain
An agenda YOU think is best isn’t always the best
But it feels good to YOU
So go ahead and steer along the easiest route
Telling yourself it’ll be fine
No one can tell you where this road leads with your earbuds in
Playlist scrapbook of expectations from various places and you’re in
I see it coming and my heart is broken.
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You say you trust me but you don’t
Swear your plans are the only ones that matter and if I don’t come along you’re still going to go
Our dreams aren’t a thing we’re actually separated
When the signs are written down and exposed hope evaporated.
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Who is safe
Just when you begin to read they change the plot.
Emotion Dough 