Falling Solo - Emma Dean

But i was busy playing marco polo

I used to think i could write about love

but nothing’s more wrong than a fearful poet

Someone 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 up

someone 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