in a

constant state of leaving,

my love

is always fleeting

you stay where you are,

but i can’t sacrifice mobility

please don’t count on me

for false stability



am i lying to you,

or am i lying to myself?



what’s our expiration date?

the clock is tickin’

while we’re just sittin’

it seems the end’s

already been written

so i’m taking some time away

now start your engine,

cut the brakes,

kick it in gear,

and accelerate



think we’d be better off apart

with so much shit between us

we both played our part

but now we must depart



am i lying to you,

or am i lying to myself?