Runaway
I wonder what you do down in Mexico.
Are you having your Thelma and Louise moment?
The purr of a Thunderbird down a highway.
Pick a moment, doesn’t matter.
Runaway
Fake names.
I trust you.
I don’t know why I do.
I believe you when you say you’ll come back.
Was I worth coming back for?
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Your wishfulness or wistfulness comes across well with the word “purr”