Confinements of freedom
"All I ever wanted was you" I slurred back drunk on imperfections and fooled by my own hypocrisies but honey I am the queen of sweet nothings,
By morning I'll be gone
I whisper afraid of commitment like its some kind of explanation
When behind closed doors & barricades of hands I scream freedom like its something I never really had.
The sins on my lips b.u.r.n
But when I wake up its just false politeness and tiptoed footsteps as I make my way out your door,
The chains on my feet clatter.