Lost Together

this isn’t working, for all i know, it’s stifling in here.
i’m holding back tears.
i think it’s better if we get lost together
and if all goes well, we’d be out of here
and i can’t tell when we’d be back until
all the lust running through our veins
is satisfied and what remains
is the weight of your hand in mine.
«home's where the heart is» i hear. it’s one lost promise, we fear.
we don’t belong here.
we’ll find our way fast, and we won’t trace the steps back
and if all goes well, we’d be out of here
and i can’t tell when we’d be back until
all the lust running through our veins
is satisfied and what remains
is the weight of your hand in mine.