Keep driving.. to nowhere.

Don’t take me home,

Go past them traffic lights,

Keep the music playing,

Turn it up and listen,

Just please

Don’t take me home.

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I pray for your happiness more than I pray for mine.

Don’t ask me how I feel about you,

Because the answer is the same.

I honestly don’t know.

I know that the way I view your personality

Has changed over the years,

Which makes it confusing for me to figure out my feelings.

I don’t think I’ll ever love myself wholeheartedly,

Because if I did, I would have accepted your love.

I never think I deserve that kind of admiration.

Maybe that’s why I can only chase behind those

Who can love me less than I do.

Don’t ask me if there’s any hope,

Because the answer is still the same.

I hope you’ll find someone better

Who can love you the way you deserve to be loved.

I feel like,

I can never allow myself to be with you

Because I think too highly of you.

And I think too little of myself.

You’re tugging my tail and pulling me to you.

When you kiss me,

The sensation hits a chord of confusion.

Shyness takes a hold of me,

Stopping me from looking at your eyes directly,

Afraid of confronting the lack of

Or the existence of intense feelings towards you,

Which forces me to find shelter in the uncertainty

That I’ve wrapped myself with in the past years.

Don’t tell me what’s on your mind.

Take me for a night drive.

We’ll take turns with the playlist.

We’ll listen in silence.

I’ll light us up a cigarette.

And we can drown in our own pollution

Of thoughts and smoke.