Falling Solo

thought you'd saved me from falling solo

but i was busy playing marco polo

i used to think i could write about love

but nothing's more wrong than a fearful poetsomeone move me between these feelings

and punctuate this hope i'm stealing

i'm so guilty, without to meaning

to be just one more mess that needs cleaning upsomeone stop me just like i've dropped me

and i will swollow the whole world laughing

but don't get me wrong, it's kinda funny

when something solid now runs like honey