So I didn’t take the train like I said I would,
Of course you never asked if I got home,

Fair enough, I am here typing so I am obviously alive,

Still I wish you cared enough to be less or more,
To this day I am still riding the train way far in the wrong direction,
Undeniably I am making the most of this life I am finding,
But let’s be honest I have taken this fever dream quite far,
Be truthful, hate should have consumed me and burned everything in sight,
On an ordinary timeline these stories could never get stitched,
Really this is an impossible mess of going ons
Not that we are going to stop being so f stubborn