i knew you weren't too good.
heard it from a few people. big
promises, ungrateful, got a temper,
always busy, high expectations,
almost unreachable, condescending,
the pay off is never enough. still i'm
it's tantrums, then flowers at the
call me names, then call me yours.
i'll disappear, you'll never see me again.
call my bluff, go pull me right in.
i'm terrified but i want to see this through. what would it be
like to runaway with you?