Layer after layer
I'm scraping away at you
I've got blankets of my good intentions
soaked in paint remover
Every day I lay them over
your thick coats of shame and fear
that suffocates all your thoughts
that you continuously refuse to share
They've eventually gotta go some place...
but where?
They get buried under your growing resentment
that's coated over all your shame
which then floats in insecurities
that always have someone else to blame
And arguing, for you, is like a sport
that you'll do anything to win
I can't ever find a way out of this
when there's not even a way in
I keep running away
but only in circles
that lead right back to you
cause I'm not ready to choose
I'm not ready to lose ...
But the other night you told me
that when you leave you'll be just fine
Said you've got plenty of other things to do
and going in in your life
And I'm not sure if you meant to
but that felt like my chest got bruised
Because I'm not just fine
and I haven't been for quite some time
I want to feel close to you
But I don't feel safe to speak my truths
You quench me, and you dehydrate me
which completely tanks with mental health
Which I'm still not sure if you understand
I wanted you to be my safe space
I wanted you to be my man