And I’m afraid of you but it’s not your fault.
Because everything is grinding on my wires right now,
yeah I’m tense and still so much I’m paper-thin.
It feels like my bones are hollow and with nothing to hold my body
I’m caving in.
I just feel naked right now, I just feel frail with self-doubt, and insecurity.
And so I show up at your door, hoping you can put me together like before.
But I’m too weak to feel quite sure, that you’re safe (for me) right now. But I know that it’s okay, to be afraid around you.
Because you let me feel what I need to feel when I’m here.
And you be the balm to my frayed nerves and settle me,
and lighten me,
and soon enough my head that’s plagued with ghosts, will be debugged by the thoughtlessness of haven in your arms,
yeah you deactivate my false alarms.