I Promise That It’ll Be Ok
I Know You Think I Know You
And I’d Like To Keep That Illusion
Up For A Little Longer
Because Im Afraid That If You Know
That All My Advice Is Just
Hope Pulled From The Wind
You’ll Never Trust Me Again
But More Than That Is,
I Know It Will Kill You.
I Never Claimed To Know The Gears
Of All Your Inner Workings.
I Never Claimed To Know Each Nook And Cranny
So Why Cant I Just Tell You The Truth.
Now It Feels Like A Goal
Something That I Have To Live Up Too.
A Responsibility To Uphold.
Or Maybe Im Just Sticking Around
Because Thats All I Want