GotchiLovesCamren

I’m not angry anymore.
          	Well, sometimes I am.
          	I don’t think badly of you.
          	Well, sometimes I do.

GotchiLovesCamren

Do you remember the taste of my lips.
          That night I stole a bit of my mother's perfume?
          'Cause I remember when my father put his fist.
          Through the wall that separated the dining room.
          And I remember the fear in your eyes.
          The very first time we snuck into the city pool.
          Late December with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breath.
          Didn't know where we were running to.
          But don't look back.
          We'll be looking for sunlight.
          Or the headlights.
          Till our wide eyes burn blind.
          We'll be lacing the same shoes.
          That we've worn through.
          To the bottom of the line.
          And we know that we're headstrong.
          And our heart's gone.
          And the timing's never right.
          But for now let's get away.
          On a Roman holiday.

GotchiLovesCamren

Straight lines that unwind you.
          She does a little thing with her eye that says, "We're off soon."
          She says the bleeding's incidental 'cause she's so cool.
          She says it's no fun if you've only a bottle of wine.
          And now she's doing it all the time.