faster, faster, faster...
what are you running from?
36,000 feet into nowhere. flashing smiles and cards in the hope someone recalls who you are.
seven minutes wasn't long enough, and now i want to go back. back, back.
like cats with nine lives... until we're hit hard, and suddenly we wonder where those back-ups went.
slurring through candle-lit dinners for two.
we've got nothing left to lose/prove.
take my lucky number and reverse it for the same effect.
counting down the weeks until you're gone forever. beg your heart to break to convince yourself you still feel the same way.
the clocks ticking {or counting down}. i used to know everything, and now i can't even figure myself out.
bet your dreams on candle wishes on days you can't control. or you don't want to control.
i told you i'd only say it once, but i lied.
it's a habbit, or a hobby. or both.
well done, you passed the test. pour the champagne and celebrate your success.
if you figured this out, you have my phone number circumscribed in the palm of your hand.
say hi.
