The Frog Chronicles

Run

Run away with me. Cash out, grab your passport and we’ll just leave. For anywhere or nowhere or everywhere, it doesn’t matter. Just us, our bags and maybe a camera and your guitar. If the only thing we have is each other, then surely we won’t drift apart ever.

I want you to need me. To be terrified of being without me, even for a minute. I want you to cling to me. I want to possess you. I don’t care how fucked up it sounds. I don’t care what they say. Fuck that noise. I want to own you.