If truth was a song, I'd sing it like this,
I'd tell you "each touch, it feels like a kiss."
You know when we meet,
That friendship retreats.
Theres a love in my heart that I just can't dismiss.
Is part of you enough? God damn, not at all.
How did I get here? How did I fall?
In truth, I don't know
Which way should this go.
What if I break us and then lose it all?
What words can I say? Oh, what can you know?
What thoughts should I speak? What view can I show?
A red hot knife,
This love, this strife.
I hate it we're here, hate that you're my home.
I'm mad that I've let you complete me, I'm whole,
I hate how my friend is the fire in my soul.
Damn right I'll hold back,
I know that you'd crack,
If I truly let you see that which I hold.
What words can I say? Oh, what can you know?
What thoughts should I speak? What view can I show?
A red hot knife,
This love, this strife.
I hate it we're here, hate that you're my home.
So If I let loose, will you pull away?
Or will you accept it and make your own play?
I'm stuck in between,
What's been felt but unseen.
Is there a hope at the end of the day?
The risk's too great, i guess it's fine.
I'll keep my heart behind the line,
Just for your smile,
I'll wait a while,
My f*cking heart, my anguished mind.