But as I listen to the sounds of his breathing
I tell him the words to the songs I’ve been singing
The fact that I’m in love was crippling
I couldn’t believe that it was what I was feeling
I made his songs for me, mine
It was his words, with my alteration
Sang the words I felt inside
Took a lot of courage to sing it, for emotion was my weakness
And I never allowed myself to show it
The call is unclear, he’s crying or he’s sleeping
Somewhere in between I said “Good night, sweet dreams.” I did not hope for a reply.
But there it was again. “No, babe. Stay.”
A few months back I would’ve said he was crazy
Seems like I’m the crazy one now.
This was me, raw and uncut. And he fell asleep but
I don’t know if I minded his past
And all the shadows that he had cast
Everything he stands for I only feel disgust
But that’s cause I don’t know the truth
There’s more to him, I want to know
Yet I’m not ready for this show
He puts up for everyone to see, everyone, including me
I just wish he would be real. I want to know him.
Even if it scars me I know it may
Isn’t it always easier to just throw everything away?