paris

i'm running away

running away

running away

running away

running away

running away

running away

to paris.

i'm gonna write

i'm gonna write

i'm gonna write

i'm gonna write

i'm gonna write

i'm gonna write

i'm gonna write

in paris.

and you wont find me under trees or in coffee shops.

i'll be hiding in hotel rooms and striped shirts.

smoking cigarettes and drinking champagne.

unlearning everything i've ever been taught.