skydiving//savage
judging by the amount of times I’ve been wrong about people, you’d think I’d be more careful about who I attach myself to.
(I take the leap, without a parachute)
But here I am, in the back seat of your car melting under your intense warmth.
(I’m going down)
I feel your strength, your attention, fill the small space in the back seat, but I know better than to believe that this space will always be full.
(scream it out like its religion)
tell me the truth now, that this is only momentarily happening and you will disappear
like the fog we created in your car
