Romance

And in the night, it was a drunken stutter Started as a next to nothing conversation And then he's tearing me out Taking me apart at my friend's house I was uncomfortable, I was hurt Still with blue innocence in his eyes I felt my reasoning was harsh With every stab wound and exhale, I promised myself That I would never lose my useful fears of grown up men I'm scarred with cruel intentions I thought of another the whole time Who would've never stared me like that See, he saw me as a human This one thinks I'm a slaughterhouse He pretends that he's understanding And you know in the grand scheme of everything He's probably called a nice man Or an ordinary kind of man Or a stereotype with strong hands, I'm so sad At how little joy I realized within my time with my ex guy Before these statues arrived Romance is dead and done And it hits between the eyes on this side The grass is dead and barren And it hurts between my thighs on this side I could begin to open up and risk desire For I move slower and quieter than most I grew up too quick and I still forgive too slow Oh, I wish there was another way Romance is dead and done And it hits between the eyes on this side The grass is dead and barren And it hurts between my thighs on this side See me here, meet me here I don't care if it's not repeated I wanna know who you are For every second we outrun the moon, dread the sun come up I wanna know who you are So I don't have to check my stuff's still here when you're gone I wanna know who you are I wanna know who you were Romance is dead and done And it hits between the eyes on this side The grass is dead and barren And it hurts between my thighs on this side This side This side This side