I, I somehow find
I find myself one step behind the tide
I beg you please, I beg you please
And I, despise this conscience of mine
That will not let me lie
I beg you please, I beg you please
My lips are soft from kissing
If I start then you might listen
It's protection from the words that might escape
I take comfort from your silence
Conversation leaves me frightened
I'm scared I'll
(originally by Frank Ocean)
That's a pretty big trunk
On my Lincoln town car, ain't it?
Big enough to take these broken hearts
And put them in it
Now I'm driving round
On the boulevard, trunk
