MapsThis fool that keeps beating desperately needs to stopsending my feet wandering down paths I shouldn't walktowards figures in the distance seen as perfect silhouetteswho always seem to vanish more the closer that they getto me.I know I'd hold my breath forever if she would only ask.I'd hide nitrogen safe in my lungs until my face turns black.Maybe now it's finally time to set my backup plan in motion:I've been hiding maps in bottles, time to cast them in the ocean.Find me.Like a net spread wide to capture fish as they swim by,I'll wade into the waters of an extroverted life.No more nights spent dreaming of a girl I kno