| i fell in love with the feeling of being in love | |
| i should have known it wouldn't last | |
| but i had the traits | |
| and the confident face of a man | |
| and i'll evolve if i can't adapt | |
| so i fell in love with the feeling of my own hands | |
| stretching back | |
| letting go | |
| i shed the skin that i slithered in for so long | |
| i rubbed my stomach raw | |
| i can't identify the source of my | |
| overarching need to pry under your skin | |
| i guess it started all the way back when | |
| you and i used to pretend we were just friends | |
| now i'm overlooked and undertouched | |
| i overcompensated for such | |
| and i can't get back to where i once was | |
| i wish i'd been the one to come undone | |
| to have and hold this magic wand over your head | |
| i can't identify the source of this | |
| overarching need to twist the knife in your skin | |
| i guess it started once i realized | |
| this life i once idealized is all gone to shit | |
| now i'm underdressed and overtouched | |
| i didn't think that i'd like it so much | |
| and i won't go back to where i once was | |
| thank god i was the one to come undone | |
| now i can hold this smoking gun over your head |