“Cause I’m a fucking mess sometimes, but still I could always be whatever you wanted, but not what you needed, especially when you’ve been needing me.”
In a world where part of being normal seems to require some sort of relationship–romantic or friendly–it’s easy to feel out of place; particularly when so many couples today feel the need to share their entire lives together over Instagram.
Can you smell the jealousy? Hear the envy in just the writing alone? Of course you can. Because it’s there. It’s not that I don’t want it–it’s that experience has taught me I’m better off without it. As is whatever poor soul that could eventually end up with me.
“Cause I have nothing for you; I can’t love when I can’t even love myself.”
Maybe it’s because I can’t quite be myself.
Can’t really gauge who I am
Maybe I need help
Help that you can’t give
Maybe I can’t let things go
Hanging on to what drags me down slow
Maybe I just like being broke
Maybe I can’t stop looking for the end
Terrified of losing something real
Even before it begins
Afraid of what I may feel
Maybe I know deep down
I can’t give you what you deserve
So I should just leave now
To keep you from getting hurt
“No we’re just having sex, no I could never call this love. Oh no, I think I’m catching feelings I don’t know. If this is everything I feel, just hold on.”
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