The Frog

Every word you said and every time you bled it out…
(that's what I’m talking about…)
As she slept in the bed next to me…
Misery in the morning
(come the morning.)
I’ll hate this
(yea I’ll hate this)
Well I’ll hate this
(but I won’t hate this and oh my god)
What’s wrong with my head
When everything I ever wanted just can’t hit the spot?
The thought of me swimming in you like the sea…
Makes me melt.
Makes me melt into one giant mess of a man…
Feeding this plan…
It’s something I could live without
The thought of me running the tip of my insecure hand across your hips
It will never make sense but it feeds these desires
My lungs wouldn’t work without playing with fire
Why can’t you see?
I can offer something, something I swear you would never want
Take it from me…
This feeling in my gut, this lust, it’s fading more with every touch
Dear God, I’m empty
And it’s become quite obvious to me
This is the calm before the unsettled storm
This lighthouse lies in ruins, what am I waiting for?