go to bed before we say something real

and i dont know what you want from me
trying to detach the feeling from things
but you keep asking what led me here-
to finding who i am and being so crystal clear

and you say you wish you had met me
somewhere between the innocence and watching myself bleed
trying to find out what led me to these doors
how you could open them up and find me on bathroom floors

and you wondered how i could take it anymore
how there could be anything left after all that was tore-

im sorry i tried to make this into something i know i shouldnt
that after everything i said, i did something i said i wouldnt
and that im apparently incapable of keeping my heart inside my stomach
have to say everything i think instead of run from it

and my willingness to open up overshadows what im used to
i should have shut up like im used to

for a second i tried to explain away what i said
and tried to place the blame on the warmth of the sheets on your bed
then still put myself back in my place
when i had to disguise the hurt i felt when i saw all the names

but i guess theres arms we feel comfortable in
and it sucks but theyre not your decision
and fate never asks for your opinion
then shoves it in your face when you lose again