I told you I felt comfort in your arms
And you said the same to me
But there was a voice in the back of my head
Saying that this wasn't freedom
As I had previously thought
In fact, comfort is a trap
Comfort keeps you in places
Where even familiar faces
Can be toxic and addicting
And though there is comfort
There is a longing to leave
To escape from your grasp
And to run away
To never see you again
But if you chase me
I'll always go back.
And that is scary
For both of us.
So I leave my comfort.
I hope to God I don't go back to you.
