It’s so unbecoming,
The way that you numb me
To everything I touch but you
You move so clever,
You twist and you sever
I feel the jagged edge push through
You made an incision, but I wont be torn. To. Pieces.
I’m through walking on pins & needles
Cause I’ve found favor
Now you’re just a thorn in my side
This dagger won’t cut any deeper
Cause I’ve found favor
Now you’re just a thorn
You seem so focused
To tear my wounds open
I’ve seen what your blade can do
You creep in closer
Hang over my shoulder
Waiting for a chance to bruise
