Containing my frustration is a gift I've always hated
I've learned to hold it in whatever it is
Holding your manipulation in my body as a story for another time
I'll write it out for you line by line
You'll be heavy for a while
It'll stay until it's fine in your mind
Poke a hole in me I won't even run
I'm trying to be close and vulnerable
Ohhh
You'll be heavy for a while
