| I fell in love with the feeling of being in love
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| I should have known it wouldn’t last
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| But i had the traits
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| And the confident face of a man
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| And i’ll evolve if i can’t adapt
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| So i fell in love with the feeling of my own hands
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| Stretching back
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| Letting go
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| I shed the skin that i slithered in for so long
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| I rubbed my stomach raw
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| I can’t identify the source of my
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| Overarching need to pry under your skin
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| I guess it started all the way back when
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| You and i used to pretend we were just friends
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| Now i’m overlooked and undertouched
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| I overcompensated for such
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| And i can’t get back to where i once was
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| I wish i’d been the one to come undone
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| To have and hold this magic wand over your head
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| I can’t identify the source of this
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| Overarching need to twist the knife in your skin
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| I guess it started once i realized
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| This life i once idealized is all gone to shit
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| Now i’m underdressed and overtouched
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| I didn’t think that i’d like it so much
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| And i won’t go back to where i once was
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| Thank god i was the one to come undone
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| Now i can hold this smoking gun over your head |