I wish I was somewhere warmer
Under a different name, or a different view
And I keep telling myself I shouldn’t feel
Lingering in my head
All of this pressure from you
I’m trying to guess the next word on your tongue
I’m trying to guess the next word on your tongue
But I’m coming up short every time, yeah
Coming on soft
So I’ll take things home
Take a courage pull
In a place I feel less uncomfortable
And I’ll murmur a few ‘fuck you’s’ to the cracks on my wall
Singing, If I don’t owe you anything
Why do I watch the curl of your lips?
And the nod of your head?
For a sign that you might just approve of this thing of mine
This thing I own is killing me softly
It’s killing my surely
And if I end up in your arms
Just know it’s the path I would make
For myself as place I belong
If I can’t pull your hands off mine
Oh, Mama I’m dying
If I can’t pull your talons out my spine
Oh, Mama, I’m lying to live
I’m a pleaser who can’t get this right
(Oh)
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