Why must I feel numb, done what I've done

I've taken my cues, what I'm supposed to do

Naively assume the narrative's doomed

When I hold the pen, it's throttling you.

You never liked me when drunk, I start to believe

You never liked me at all and so I agree

And I'll say "fuck you," 'cause I know if I don't

I'll probably say something stupid and true.

I stand just out of reach of your fists

And take myself away, a gangrenous limb

And dance around the subject, a figure of eight

Describe all the parts of me I'm yet to break

Count all the parts of me I'm yet to break.

And count all the parts of me I'm yet to break.

You kiss me like it was your job

So tender and carefully, teeth before tongue (I wanna be yours)

Not in the way that the romantics do

But with the grace of a workplace hr dispute (I wanna be yours)

You know, I don't need much more

I wanna be mine, wanna be yours

You know, I don't need much more

I wanna be mine, wanna be yours.

I take you for granted

Because the alternative's far more alarming.