Dread

So break me in a little bit I wanna hear about the smooth take

And listen close to me, I promise I will hopefully give you something you can soon take

And I don't wanna hear about the lesser half of you, the last of you I promise will soon fade

And baby your dim, but your hand is standing next to my rude face

And I dread, when you smile, and I lay down

And you said, when we'd talk you'd promise you'd hold it down

And I feel like my head is a waste of space, I'm taken back by the wounds that sit within your face

Your taking off with him, but I don't wanna stay back, a constant opening of falling for a fake trap, and now I'm seeing why I'm always fucking standing in the way