When you said you loved me, did you really love me or did the words just
spill out like drool on my pillow. ‘Cause I was naked when you said those
words, but I felt covered in your whispered worship.
And as you passed out fast on my shoulder, I imagined a child waiting so sad
and still for his mom to arrive.
Did she leave you an orphan, in that big, brown leather chair?
Said, “ Don’t you move a muscle, kid, I’ll be back in twenty years,”
You were scared, you were lonely, but you must’ve been aware;
life is a series of calluses, this is just another layer.
So, build’em up, tough it out, yeah, that’s your skin – don’t let anyone
under there.
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When I said I loved you, it was because I loved you. When I said I needed
you, well, I really need you. Yeah, I guess you hurt me, for once you’re a
man of your words. Well, guess what – I’m leaving – I can’t be your prisoner.
I can't be your prisoner-I won’t, I can't be your prisoner-I won't