White Doves

I said leave

You said stay

Like waves on a beach

So tame, but deep

Drop the keys on the floor

Don't go slamming that door

And when you leave

Please don't make a scene

Precious little drama queen

Smash my plates

Break my doors

Maybe make a few holes in the walls

It's a trigger for you

May not be

A trigger for you

For I'm not

Reliving my youth

My father had the same temper as you

You'd charm me

Then harm me

Ridden me of love

And anything above

Love ain't, love ain't

Oh love, ain't all pretty white doves

Oh love, ain't all pretty white doves

Oh love

I shouldn't have to hide my phone

I shouldn't have to hide my clothes

I shouldn't have to call you whenever i get home

Invade my peace

Take my sanity

Spit at my feet

Say sorry

Do the same next week

And do the same next week

Just talk

No need to shout

Cos I don't have a problem with kicking you out