Maybe I should be different. Maybe I should be careless in a hopeful way.
Closed to the world in a blanket, but now I'm begging for a colder day. Maybe I should open. Maybe I should go searching in the fray on a red motorcycle. The color and noise will have much to say. You told me what I should be doing. Was that advice or your troubled heart? You were scared to get to know me leaving me for when I work for you.