I'm right at the edge of your feet, hoping you'll notice me. Cause lately I'm not feeling myself anymore. It's a long line of scattered times, broken promises. And I swore to you I was fine, I was fine.
Am I the only one who reads between the lines, finding the fine print in every single line.
I'm cutting my lips on your teeth. Shedding my shell for the first time since high school. And I'll still never be anything you want me to be. Maybe if you saw in me what I see in you, things would have worked out differently.