all you’ve got is a feeling
and what i got won’t show
b/c our visions of love
only intersected long ago
gonna go where every light leads
if it only takes me round the block
i don’t care
at least i’m searching
at least i’m driving
where you’re still aching
to get somewhere
first time i knew luck was
the first time we laughed at the same truth
but there’s only so many lies
you can sell yourself and still pull through
“burning a bridge” burns one ahead,
not one already crossed.
those things you leave behind
are, anyways, already lost
lenses
filters
living as if reality
mirrors
windows
living as if we really see