Cinnamon

Stale sweat and cinnamon
 I guess she is frightened most of all
 Loves to fly but she's scared to fall
 She's got scars on the outside
 Says they're the worst kind
 And I don't ask
 She turns the lights out and locks the door
 If this is fate count me out
 And never try
 Please never try to hold her down
 Broken home
 Broken bones
 She never told anyone but me
 And everything seemed make believe
 We both ran
 You can't ever catch horizon
 Guess that's why we've both been riding so damn long
 She says she thinks of me as home
 If this is fate count me out
 And never try
 Please never try to hold her down
 Hands on hips and lips to lips
 I don't know how much someone could take from her
 Fourth of July
 Watch the night sky
 I'm wondering why the truth ain't so easy this time