I pull people close only to be pushed away in the end.
I use your arms as my jail,
You’re the one with the keys, with the power to let me go.
With your hands wrapped around me,
I feel safe, I feel secure.
I know I said that I couldn’t explain this,
But I’m doing the best I can.
I like it when you hold me because then I feel like I belong,
When I’m being held,
It feels like there’s going to be a time that you take an emergency exit.
Sometimes I would love it if you locked your arms around me,
And I wish I knew that you weren’t going to let go,
But there’s always a time, every day, that one of us have to let go.
I like the feeling of being safe..
It feels nice, even great,
I love it now that I can feel secure rather than later.
I explained something here that I couldn’t in actual words that erase before they’re even pronounced..
