Talons

I wish I was somewhere warmer

Under a different name, or a different view

And I keep telling myself I shouldn't feel, lingering in my head

All of this pressure from you

I'm trying to guess the next word on your tongue, tryna guess the next word on your tongue

And I'm coming up short every time, yeah, I'm coming on soft

So I'll take things home, take a courage pull

In a place I'll feel less uncomfortable and

I'll murmur a few "fuck-you's" to the cracks on my wall

Singing if I don't owe you anything

Why do I watch the curl of your lips or the nod of your head for a sign that you might just approvе

Of this thing of mine? This thing I own?

It's killing me softly, it's killing me surеly

But if I end up in your arms, just know it's the path I would make for myself, it's the place I belong

If I can't pull your hands off mine

Oh, mama I'm dying

If I can't pull your talons out my spine

Then mama, I'm lying to live, I'm a pleaser, I can't get this right