Trust

There’s always something to write home about
Whether you’re up and in or you’re down and out
I sold my soul at the intersection but that intersection’s now a roundabout
Everything is meant to be until it’s not
And what it meant to me I forgot
Not actually I remember almost everything that’s happened ever
The same people got on the bus
It’s the very same people got off the bus
I said I didn’t need their trust
They said they didn’t need my trust