23 de septiembre de 2016

love = control

Here I am, the same old game
Some tears, some pills, the unmade bed
I’m losing weight, why should I care?
At the end of the day, we’ll all be dead

Morning comes, my lover’s up
Not asleep, but hope is lost
Waiting for me to be strong
Do you still believe? Can’t you see I’m done?

Standing in the crowd on my knees, shaking
I beg you, please stay home with me
The road is tiring, it suffocates me

You keep hurting yourself
Like you’re not going deeper
I can’t always be your father
You should go and pull the trigger
I don’t wanna lose you again
To the sound of tequila at 4pm
I don’t want to own you but I love that way
Love means control
I can’t seem to change

I can’t forget your past and I don’t understand
The things you’ve done to become a man
We both know I am depressed
I don’t need more loneliness

The only thing I want to feel
Is your skin in the morning haze
Standing here while my heart aches
Let’s play our thing, the starving game

I’m tired of asking ”What is going on?”
We never thought
”You could be right, I could be wrong”

Do you even know how it feels to hear you say
“Oh darling, not today”, three times a day?
It’s not that that’s the only thing I need
But that’s the only moment when our minds completely seal

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