I have a tacit understanding of your point of view you don't wanna talk about it but I'm not quite your rockstar boyfriend
Last night you walked me to the train stop you said wait hold up I do I actually do
Why don't you wanna be my friend?
I think I'm pretty strong in my head
I'm not overly assertive I store sensitivity in my glovebox when you want it you know I can give it
I have a hard hearing headstrong little being he's hiding impatiently his reflection always shrinking
It's my buried resentment living in the backseat of my gut feeling I'll stop flexing in the mirror if you're okay with my body