putting yourself and your boisterous pride in the backseat and sweating as you strap the seat belt over your selfishness in the car that is your life.
it does not come undone after you crash, again for the umpteenth time. Like a fool for love’s games you always play again, even though you can still remember every scar.
you stitch yourself up and do it again.
**inspired by “what I did for love” – David Guetta ft. Emeli Sande.