You swore you could see right through my coffee cup littered floorboard
Had worn that aesthetic before you got bored
And you bet its so petty
Like being spanked as a child
Go on "its a flawed system of justified abuse"
When you have a child, you know what youll do
While i think i should be less sensitive
Before i leave in a tangent
Say more than i should on the subject
It is always more of me than i should have shared
Fuck the boys who are loose with their words and crowned sensitive
While i am better off dismissive
I had never spoken up to you or anyone with such confidence
Yet It still came out as whimpering, helpless softness
But you let me finish
When I should have just steeped in the air of injustice
Spared the awkward silence
But "i grew up from a humble background"
And my parents owned a home on a street with grass that buried my feet
Shame by the time i was 9
I had felt the bloody nose of defeat
you are lying too
As you are prying through
Some feigned idea of understanding
Guessing childhood traumas
Like its a game you're landing
It is digging up graves for the haunted
So i can reface everything i was told you wanted
Your rootless, divine ignorance makes me jealous
When you say such beautiful things
I disregard
you are exaggerating me
And grasping at strings
To make me blush
Everything you guess is a flush
And everything you said you wanted when you were getting to know me
Caught me up and made me weak
Only for this honesty to change what you think
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