I wish I was somewhere warmer Under a different name, or a different view And I keep telling myself I shouldn't feel, lingering in my head All of this pressure from you I'm trying to guess the next word on your tongue, tryna guess the next word on your tongue And I'm coming up short every time, yeah, I'm coming on soft So I'll take things home, take a courage pull In a place I'll feel less uncomfortable and I'll murmur a few "fuck-you's" to the cracks on my wall Singing if I don't owe you anything Why do I watch the curl of your lips or the nod of your head for a sign that you might just approve Of this thing of mine? This thing I own? It's killing me softly, it's killing me surely But if I end up in your arms, just know it's the path I would make for myself, it's the place I belong If I can't pull your hands off mine Oh, mama I'm dying If I can't pull your talons out my spine Then mama, I'm lying to live, I'm a pleaser, I can't get this right