Fled from Deluxe Edition by Churchkey

bite down a cracking bottom lip and my clothes think you’re the shit. But i know better, you’re pathetic, burn a cigarette and flick into a pile on the floor. slam the door and make an exit. now youre laughing and i know you'll walk back in any second because you never really leave. why would you ever leave me? it’s not a question of the lessons you learn from second guessing every word you’ve ever mentioned to forget that you fled, and what you meant when you said, "hey this is fucked i think I’m leaving." id apologize but i’m pretty sure you wont believe me. you never really leave, why would you ever leave me?

• Rock
• Chicago