Map The Streets

If I fall or trip back into love

I'm going to bring a ladder and gloves

So I can climb right back out

If there's ever even a shred of doubt

I'm gonna bring a flashlight too and

Leave a trail and stick to the plan

You can get real lost down there if you're not sure

Of the foreign territory

There are times when the path gets blurry

And the wrong turn feels right

But who would want me anyway?

I'm a lush with broken parts of paper-m