They're different
They tell me I'm tired on days where I'm too frantic to notice
They tell me I'm sad when I'm smiling
Because they know
They dry the tears from my face before I even realize I'm crying
I don't pretend to be happy,
I just don't realize I'm sad.
They let me be angry
And kick and yell
And run myself down
Until it's safe to try and tell me it's alright
It's incredible that they know that
They know when to yell back
Sometimes,
I really need to be yelled at
Sometimes,
I just need to be detached and alone
And so they let me spin out
But they won't let me crash or burn