She tells you there is a hurricane inside my head
And how my pupil is not the eye of the storm
Agitation creeps underneath the layers of my skin
She is sure that I am trouble (or troubled)
Obviously, I am a thief in the night
I am stealing you away, after all
And she explains to your sister that I am the wolf in sheepskin
Just waiting to devour
I tell her I don’t understand what it is I did wrong
She tells me to exam myself once more and recalculate all my flaws
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
She tells you there is a hurricane inside my head
And how my pupil is not the eye of the storm
Agitation creeps underneath the layers of my skin
She is sure that I am trouble (or troubled)
Obviously, I am a thief in the night
I am stealing you away, after all
And she explains to your sister that I am the wolf in sheepskin
Just waiting to devour
I tell her I don’t understand what it is I did wrong
She tells me to exam myself once more and recalculate all my flaws
For myself
"I want you to be serious about your relationships. Do you think this girl is even right for you? She doesn't seem friendly at all."
(I'm not writing this for you. I'm writing it for my sake.)
