I woke up to lay outside
Warmth to heal the ache
I swallowed down bath water
Darling that was a mistake
But for some reason it makes me smile
My silence isn’t out of anger
My extemporizing is a prevention of denial
Devour my insides
I am an open plate
Leave me without contact
Or take my soul and vacate
I was thinking maybe
That I could be my own
I really never came to find a liking
In abiding to the limits of my home
Well I see now
I’m not yours and you’re not mine
I’m mailing my refusal to let go
Because I know you and you know me
And things will work out eventually
Isn’t that the way it’s been?
Baby, isn’t that the way it’s been?
