Famous Last Words

Ohio evening skies, damn, I need a ride

And I could go for a bite but you just ate

I see him in your eyes, fall entranced by your disguise

And I guess I'm calling shotgun at this rate

You're not the first like me I've met

You're not the worst like me I've met

But I must say you're striking for a change

But isn't there some irony in accidentally finding me

And accepting me despite loving the same

It's a funny little balance, you're protective of me, but you won't protect me from myself

I really think we could change, you just don't want the help