I’m that girl that you take to your parent’s house

To bury me deep in their minds

It’s like you flip a coin and think “that’s me, that’s my life all figured out”

And I murmur in your eyes

I’m an empty canvas that your life bleeds onto

Even as you store me in your loft

And when it’s time, I’ll make that old attic mine

And love’s just a game ‘till it dies

 

Don’t offer me

Anything, anything

I don’t take kindly to stranger’s gifts

I limp just as well as a stray does

On your way up

 

And so I’ll meet you at a party

And the last thing on my mind right now is how to celebrate

I’m sensitive, leaving footprints in places that I shouldn’t have been, but I can’t swim

I don’t want to drown our love, but where do I put it all?

Now that I’ve set this ship to sail

Oh I really hope that leaving was the best thing but I’m not so sure

I was never sure of him

 

Don’t offer me

Anything, anything

I don’t take kindly to stranger’s gifts

I limp just as well as a stray does

I’m ready to be roadkill

On your way up

 

I’ll lie back in my grave

And you’ll disappear

And how could you know that you put me here?

And tell me how sick are your words

To slam on your breaks

And force me to start again?

I’m in your way

Roadkill!

I’m in your way

Roadkill!

I’m in your way

I’m roadkill

I’m in your way

I’m roadkill

 

I live in bliss in putting my feet on the dash and driving with my mother at the wheel

Forever is so fatal

But its either/or, or nothing else

I live in limerence