I wonder what you think about when you lay down next to me... When I sleep, do you sleep, or internally question me?
How quick do you jump when Im up and you see the phone was right next to me? You scroll and search, hope to find dirt, and continue second guessing me...
Sweatin me, when you taking certain things out of context, stressin me, when I tell you how Im tryna be honest, selling me, tellin me how you respecting my process, only to continue to do the same thing again and again like you obsessed...
Its not a sport, nor is it fun, when it feels like there's a gun, behind my back and at my head, wishing what we had was dead...
But you still not using words to talk to me or ask me first, to let me know what thoughts still linger, what doubts you have or your distrust... You tell me all is fine; that you have nothing to say, then we go to bed at the end of the day
But still, I wonder what you think about when you lay down next to me...