It’s hard to fir trust in suitcase

Zippers won’t close, when the tide turns

It’s hard to take love in a fixed dose

Will it wear off where the sun burns?

I don’t want you to go but I’d die before you hear these words

I’ll put on smiles for show, but you’re taking them all with you

Will I ever want to go back home, leave these tides

Take stock of what I compromised (Of what I tasted)?

Too late for closing in (there’s no escaping)

This state of mind I’m in

They never teach you how to hold on, two deep breaths and a so long.

You slip so well into the yawns of deep regret

That you’re six games down and set

I never said I don’t mind (Never gonna get what you came for)

Go your way (clever bets placed on a lost war)

I’ll go mine (I don’t want to ask you to wait more)

Raising your glass to a yell, telling myself:

I don’t need no one else.

We’re all waiting for that train to pass, and wave goodbye

Dreams cast with a simple sigh of resignation

But comfort too, that tough decisions will be made for you

There never was a future, or past, just one big question we need to ask:

Who were you praying for before you met me? I’ll never leave you if you let me.