Songs I Write | IV

Clinging

I get mad at my baby, my baby gets angry at me all the time
But he's a natural beauty, a beautiful movie I wouldn't dare not rewind
After school ends and summer began, I recall all the hassle and the fits
But the mere thought of my hand in your hand, I fall at the chances of being his

And I know it
And he knows it

Every step of the pave, every pebble, every change
Every hinging past of mine gave me away
Every bump in the road, every swerve, heavy hold on the steering wheel, gazing into my eyes
Say you love me, you need me, you want me, you'll hear me this time, babe
Every gunshot, infected wound, every reload and aim
Every clinging trait of ours made us stay

I would train it to your apartment, but I'm scared to hear my name, to be caught off-guard
Though I tore down my defences to rebuild my walls again each time you break my heart
And my trust is a fickle thing because you bring this raining pain
But I don't want you to go like the others before you, that would be my biggest shame

And I know it
And he knows it

Every chip in the hallway, my teeth, and your vein
Every hinging past of mine made me this way
Every slump in this home, every nerve, heavy bones crushed to begin again right after they heal
Say you love me, you need me, you want me, you'll hear me this time, babe
Every armour, bled-out wound, and empty-filled claim
Every clinging trait of ours made us stay

It gets hard when I crave and you begin to misbehave
And I'm begging you to give me reasons to wait
Out the backdoor, I'd hate for you to be late
But your smile is a weakness of mine and an imminent mistake that I'll gladly make and make even when I break

Say you love me, you need me, you want me, you'll hear me this time
Every clinging trait of yours brought you to mine

And I know it
And he knows it