It’s good to open up and talk about your problems
But talking forms five foot high sledgehammers
That break down the walls I spent countless tears building
I need my walls to keep me strong against you
But now that I’ve talked about it I feel comfortable dwelling on how much I miss you
And I feel comfortable hammering in what ifs like siding into the exterior
So when I'm outside looking in at these walls, that’s all I see;
What we could’ve been.
So I can’t get over you like I should’ve been
2 years ago.
Yeah I know sometimes its best to let it out
But I've insulated the insides of my fort
And I can’t afford to go in and readjust to the changing seasons of our romance
I heard if you let the fiber glass get on you, you’ll itch
So to avoid irritation I use cyber glass to satisfy my need to see the leaves change outside
I can sit at my world wide window and see straight through anything you post because I like to imagine that I still know you that well.
I made the mistake of opening the door to my regrets before the storm had passed
Stepped outside and started taking measurements on my shoulda, coulda,
Woulda been together if I could’ve just been good enough for you
Prolly shoulda given it up to you
Could’ve had it all if I would’ve just taken the right measurements
Something just wasn’t right
So I try to block my thoughts out by the loud construction of me rebuilding my peace of mind
Retrieve my ladder from behind
The fort and climb to levels I’ve always been too afraid to reach
This time you’re not by my side to take those steps
And it’s feeling lonely
It’s feeling scary
It’s feeling like…
I’m done trying to climb and be brave
And I’m ready to just go back into the house and comfort myself with the warmth of insecurity
And I’ll wrap myself up in it until it becomes clear to me that it’s not holding me back
Yeah, I should’ve been smart enough to keep my mouth shut
Stop trying to relate and I woulda been still convinced that I was wrapped up in a safety blanket instead
Yeah, I coulda been still fooling myself.
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