Letras
How am I supposed to hear you when every sentence you speak
Is cut through my flesh?
You try to justify by saying it's only a butter knife
As you continue to saw at my being, but you love me
Maybe you love that I stick around even when you forget who you are
And start caressing my ear with harmonies
Of false prophecies, narratives of unrealistic truths
You are gentle with my mental but rough with my roots
Stroking my heart with despair as you please my visions of us
Please this vision is lust, I can't trust
You've been anything but a man to me
Why can't we just let this be again?
It's our reality manipulated into a nightmare