i tried to think of a way of exposing this without touching you and it made no sense.
i found the same problem to be a million times worse. you always feel attacked.
and who am i to tell you that you're wrong?
you've got such good eyes for seeing the best in everyone but me.
it's negative. another bottle for the window sill.
the weather matches your mood again.
i come from inside you.
but i can't crawl back inside.
maybe you need a little less than what you took for granted.
a little more of what you didn't want.
humility will decide which one of us is wrong.
you know i wouldn't run you over.
i just want to talk it out.
drink down your pride.
it'd be a measure of maturity if anything.
you can't hate me.
i come from inside you.