“the more you say, the less i know / wherever you stray, i follow / i’m begging for you to take my hand / wreck my plans, that’s my man / you know my train could take you home.”
My experiences in love have taught me difficult lessons, especially my experiences with crazy love. The red relationships. The ones that went from zero to a hundred miles per hour and then hit a wall and exploded. And it was awful. And ridiculous. And desperate. And thrilling. And when the dust settled, it was something I’d never take back.