He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.
It takes certain kind of naiveté, or perhaps just stupidity, to know things will end and still hope otherwise.
The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!
Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.
...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.
If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?