Composure

Try to make a heaven in my head

When I'm in the room

It's fogging up cause I don't know what to do with my hands

Ain't eating all that much and I've been speaking even less

See no open arm I guess its best not to insist

Always been reminded ain't no inconvenience

Always been reminded that the things that hide in skin

Are the things that pulled me in

To the places that I've been

And I've been cautious ever since

So beg my pardon know I'm talking in the wind

I know it's getting dark so you should probably go with him