Morgan’s Rantings and Waxings

tales from an extrovert forced to be a recluse

May Calling

This highway never seemed so long And it’s all the same Yeah it’s all the same Stuck in cities that we always swore we’d leave But we never change No we never change I always thought that if I just had more, then my insecurities would stop controlling me But there’s so much that I just can’t let go So I have to be the one to leave I’m leaving.. Read More