Go ahead and hurt me
Hurt me again
Late at night when you pretend like it never happened
In the shelter of the quiet his heart seems untouched by it
Go ahead and take me
Over and over again
Late at night when I try living in the moment
I’m reminded of our culture and my heart is broken for her
They name their price and allow each other to blur the lines
Our future estranged now that we’ve trained each other to feel his pain
Aside from semantics, I thought it could be love instead of romantic
Enraptured, enchanted, coerced by my baby, whom with I “miscommunicated”