The Second Time

Won’t you swallow me down past your back teeth

Oh I know, you’re getting sick of me

Always running when you come around

Always shirking opportunity

 

Cause they’ve got me paranoid that,

I won’t make sense of you.

 

Arm’s length is fine, but not one inch closer

I can’t fend you off if you make your way in

Distance is key, to a heart kept safe

Chances are always more important, the second time around.

Arm’s length is fine with me.

 

Won’t you catch me in my moment,

Of complete disbelief.

Cause there’s no way that i can be certain

That you mean what you say you mean.

 

Cause they’ve got me paranoid that,

I won’t make sense of you.

 

Arm’s length is fine, but not one inch closer

I can’t fend you off if you make your way in

Distance is key, to a heart kept safe

Chances are always more important, the second time around.

Arm’s length is fine with me.

 

How can he taste what he sees from a distance

How can he feel this is right

He can he hold you to fix what’s been broken

How can you tell him he’s right.

 

Arm’s length is fine, but not one inch closer

I can’t fend you off if you make your way in

Distance is key, to a heart kept safe

Chances are always more important, the second time around.

Arm’s length is fine with me.

 

Won’t you swallow me down past your back teeth.

Oh I know, you’re sick of me.

Always running when you come around,

Always shirking opportunity.

Arm’s length is fine, maybe one step closer

I won’t fend you off if you make your way in

Distance is key, to a heart kept safe,

Don’t make this more important, the second time around.

Mess of Me

It hangs around my neck

Some cross of noose and necklace.

Decorative but choking all at once.

It claws at my spine

Like a spider up a spout.

Trying hard to reach what’s filled with doubt.

 

(Can I fight this?) (This fear that I will lose)

(Can I fight me?) (This fear of breaking soon)

Everything internal starts to bleed.

I’ve made a mess of me,

So much for the weapons you lent me.

I’ve made a mess, laying in this mess

Of me.

 

It keeps in my place

Some kind of apologetic stain

On the way that your heart folds itself in time.

It dances in my throat

The hooks of words she never wrote

Stinging in my head cause the rest of me is numb.

 

(Can I fight this?) (This fear that I will lose)

(Can I fight me?) (This fear of breaking soon)

Everything internal starts to bleed.

I’ve made a mess of me,

So much for the weapons you lent me.

I’ve made a mess, laying in this mess

Of me.

 

You kept me sane,

You kept me secret,

Lying in the dark about my scars.

But I needed to see,

I needed to fix myself,

Or at least get the chance to try again.

 

(Can I fight this?) (This fear that I will lose)

(Can I fight me?) (This fear of breaking soon)

Everything internal starts to bleed.

I’ve made a mess of me,

So much for the weapons you lent me.

I’ve made a mess, laying in this mess

Of me.

Words Don’t Matter

If I squeeze too tightly

Will you wriggle out?

If I need you all the time

Will you let me down?

Cause I might.

 

I’m not scared, if you’re not scared,

I won’t care if you don’t care,

Cause all I need was right there in your voice.

 

If I run away

Will you chase me down?

If I let you go

Would you still be around?

I don’t think I will.

 

I’m not scared, if you’re not scared.

I won’t care if you don’t care.

Cause all I need was right there in your voice.

 

Words don’t matter,

The sounds you made,

Left your mark,

Left your mark on your part of me.

Words don’t matter,

The sounds we made,

Left your mark,

You’ve won that much of me.

 

I’m not scared, if you’re not scared.

I won’t care if you don’t care.

Cause all I need was right there in your voice.

I’m not scared, if you’re not scared.

I won’t care if you don’t care.

Cause all I need was right there in your voice.

 

If I squeeze too tightly,

Will you wriggle out?

Cause I might…

A Boy

I thought I saw the way you looked at me

I thought it seemed alright

To let you keep me holding on

To let you keep me warm at night.

But what a fool I was, to think it was you.

The boy that’d never think to break my heart.

 

He’ll crawl into the holes you made

And never let me go

He’s not just all in my head

Somewhere out there, near or far

He’s taken by me,

Shaken by me,

And he always tells me so.

Somewhere out there, there’s a boy for me.