You're the only one who's not impressed
By all the things I do
You think that I need to learn to rest
You patronize me but at least your aim is true
Outside--of my constant striving and frenetic life
I've tried--to convince the world
I'm no saint inside
But you--you love the mess and the beauty therein
And you--see my faults and the strengths too
That nobody else seems to see
Adoring fans are a poor excuse for friends
I don't know if I should hang around with you you're far too good
You slow me down, I feel exposed,
Unsafe and yet no one else engages
this heart like you do my friend
I'm scared I don't think I could
lose you again I'd lose myself
Or maybe that's what happens
When you come back
I don't know
I don't know
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