i don’t mean to be a bother
i know i’ve got my issues with
giving up control
it’s just i’m so afraid of what
happens when i let go.
i won’t bore you with my antics
but i do need to know.
what are your worries?
if it’s not too personal
i need to see the sores around your thumbs.
i need to see the color of your gums.
i’ll still think you’re lovely
i’ll still think you’re lovely.

i don’t talk about myself much
i’ve got a list of ways i’ll die
and how i can’t face mine
i’m such a fucking hypocrite
sometimes
but when we wake up tomorrow
we’ll be driving across the country
to get away from all of this
to hopefully be someone you’ll miss

i’ll still think you’re lovely
when you’re pulling back your hair
woken up from the sounds
of the construction upstairs

you don’t need to miss me
i’ll still think you’re lovely
i’ll still think you’re lovely
even if you don’t love
me.