My thought process gets clouded
Like a public shower that's too crowded
When you waltz into my mind
My vocal chords are slit open
And pull out from my rotting skin
When you asked me why I'm too kind

The way I treat you is foreign here
On this unassuming blue sphere
I'm an alien to this thing called love
When you act like I praise you too much
And smile at the slightest feel of your touch
I want to take your past to a cliff and just shove

The forest, that is me, cannot be navigated
Only landscaped and appreciated
There is a great view of the lake
Once you make a home and get comfortable
I can give you a life that's more affordable
There's just one favor I'll have to take

Do you have room in your heart for me?