I don't want to go to sleep like this tonight.
What will it take to make things right?
I watch you push
when I pull.
Trying to look closer and
find out what this is about.
This is what it’s about.
Right?
Who could stay far enough not to feel.
Right?
Seven whole nights but I shouldn't feel a thing.
Right?
So where do I go?
Sitting up in this room with no one to turn to
and no one who knows-
I’m curled up in a ball,
Begging
and pleading
I won’t forever be alone.
But the truth is-
I’m just talking to these four walls.
Four walls that hold the echoes of “please come back” and “please make this right.”
That seek a final resting place.
That sing me to sleep each night.