Mine / Yours

Why must I feel numb, done what I've done I've taken my cues, what I'm supposed to do Now heave the issue, the narrative's doomed When I hold the pen, it's throttling you You never liked me when drunk I start to believe you never liked me at all And so I agree, and I'll say "Fuck you" 'Cause I know if I don't, I'll probably say Something stupid and true I stand just out of reach of your fists And take myself away again, pretty slim And dance around the subject, a figure of eight Describe all the parts of me I'm yet to break Count all the parts of me I'm yet to break I count all the parts of me I'm yet to break You kiss me like it was your job So tender and carefully, teeth before tongue Not in the way that the romantics do But with the grace of a workplace HR dispute You know, I don't need much more But wanna be mine, wanna be yours You know, I don't need much more I wanna be mine, wanna be yours I take you for granted Because the alternative's far more alarming