I'd rein in everything lest I realize it's love that I feel.
It's an agreement of a lifetime. I have time, let's take this slow. For now.
Talking's just a waste of breathe
Living's just a waste of death
It seems my faith was misplaced. Not that I actually had that much of it in you. You come & go as you please, nearly random like the breeze.
You're like a slinky toy of a walking stick. Fun to be with, not all that reliable.