Renegade part two

This morning I woke
To you picture next to my bed.
It's on my night stand, and we're smiling together.
I put it down
Because I need you out of my head.

I want to burn the photos
But I can't.
I can't because I feel weak.
See?
This is what you did to me.

It's been almost a year since I left.
Now I'm in Seattle.
I get up, get dressed, and pack again.
It's time to skedaddle.

I'm ready to leave
And move again.
Down to another city or state.
No matter what this is my ways.
Yes,
I'm still a renegade.

I put my clothes in my suit case,
And my phone in my pocket.
I go to my vanity
And I grab my locket.

I star at it
Hoping I could throw it away and forget it.
But I start to think about you,
And I know I'd regret it.

I clip it on my neck,
And hide it under my shirt.
I stand there for a second,
Then I start to move and pack again.

I grab your picture that I had sat down earlier,
And I stare at our happy smiles.
I start to remember your voice.
It was soft, raspy, and a bit wild.

I stop thinking
And I put it at the bottom of my suit case.
I make no doubts.
Yes,
Because I'm still a renegade.

I zip up my suit case,
Pull it off the bed,
And I grab my keys.
Out the door and down the hotel stairs.
I then leave my room key on the desk
In the lobby.

In the street I sigh.
I need a cab,
So I wave my hand high.

Soon one drives up to me.
I climb into the back with my suit case.
I tell the driver really softly
How far I wanna go.
He looks at me strangely.
I then say, "I've got money to pay you, ya know"

He then steps on the pedals,
And we begin to leave.
As we go, I pull out my phone.
I turn it on,
Put in my password,
As see your face on my home screen.

I turn it straight off once I do
Because if I don't
I know deep down I'll go back to you.
I know I can't though,
Go back to that place.
Yes,
Because I'm still a renegade.