Not long ago you saw your picture in my wallet.
I fumbled the bills to keep it hidden.
You said stop it, why?
I wanna run but don't know how you keep on worrying.
I'm in your back pocket, take me out when out when you get curious.
I don't wanna start again.
Why'd we always come up short.
When you fold my world.
I barely can breathe, still trapped in the crease.
You're wearing out the metaphor.
In so many words, just say what you mean.
Just say it to me.