Dear You (Acoustic)

Hear me when I say,

That I will be okay,

This isn’t my first time,

It’s something in my brain

There may be a delay,

I’m trying to stay sober,

To combat getting older,

Perhaps that’s not what I’ve been searching for

This isn’t a red flag,

Of course that’s what I’d say,

So I’ll go pack my bags,

It could go either way

I’ll show up the next day.

Or maybe not at all,

I don’t know myself

Perhaps I don’t know what I’m searching for

Accept it’s not your fault, it’s really not on you,

It’s something people like me do

I’m not that way inclined my dear,

Sometimes I’m paralysed by fear,

Decisions on a dime,

I’m drawing a fine line,

I’m not that way inclined my dear

Sometimes it’s really not that clear,

I may feel victimised,

When it’s not justified,

I’m not that way inclined my dear