Don’t trust me
I wouldn’t
I have a desire for my body to always be moving
My heart has made its home in you
But I pray, as I’m sure you do too
That it won’t find a sense of wanderlust too
a qualitative sum of my life as time approaches infinity
Don’t trust me
I wouldn’t
I have a desire for my body to always be moving
My heart has made its home in you
But I pray, as I’m sure you do too
That it won’t find a sense of wanderlust too