You push me up against a wall
undress me like I was your own
pants first, no hesitation,
all this with our shirts still on
I want to walk on out
but your bedroom voice makes me just want you more
and this guilty conscience seems secondary
to being alone here on the floor
I want to cut you on out
razor your memories from my skin
but I’m the one who always bleeds
you don’t feel anything.
Please, be careful with my sinner’s heart for Heaven’s sake
I seem impervious, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still break This isn’t that shiny, shrink-wrapped kind of love – we both know better – remember it’s just a line: “You could wake up next to me forever.”
Last night I could barely breathe
you with her in the other room
jealousy seems hypocritical
but I’m still tuned in to every moan
The carpet seems oddly like splinters
the walls betweeen seem paper thin
I imagine your hands upon her
does hers remind you of my skin?
I want to figure it out
where do you end and I begin
because I’m the one who always needs
you don’t feel anything.
Please, be careful with my sinner’s heart for Heaven’s sake
I seem impervious, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still break This isn’t that shiny, shrink-wrapped kind of love – we both know better – remember it’s just a line: “You could wake up next to me forever.”
– Heather Lloyd