Damage

I want someone who lives up to this grandeur in my head
And you don’t do much to sell me I’d be best with you instead
I hate the way I feel, but I don’t think I can change
I just breathe you each day
Are we only damaging the little we have left?
Both of us swimming in the same polluted mess
Are we too damaged now to possibly connect?
To honestly connect?
A lot of time’s been wasted putting off doing the work
If we both step up to own it then I’ll take what’s coming first
Of everything you say, it’s the truth that really hurts
But how could that be worse?
I’ll say when I’m ready
You’ll know when I’m ready
When I’m ready
(are we only damaging, damaging)