Follow Me SARAH PAYNE
It’s a strange tightrope I’m walking, But I’m all in for the ride. Oh fuck, she knows I’ve nowhere to go, I can’t just run and hide. But welcome to our parade, Where we work half as hard as we play. Singing in the car with my lady goin’ far, And we almost die on the way. I’ve learned to trust her intuition, That calcutive sense of direction, It leads me through the night looking left looking right, But it hasn’t lead me astray, yet. I choke on my own jokes as she Pokes fun at my personality, ‘Cause I swear my middle name is danger Not the virgin queen. We only speak in contradictions, Challenges and dirty words, We throw syllables like knives but none Are ever meant to hurt. I used to think I could walk through the fire if She were only holding my hand. Now I see that’s not something I need Just something I demand. But I know, if these words are the last I get to speak Goes to show, I made somebody laugh and someone was loving me.
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