I don't want your golden moments.
No I don't.
I don't want your sideways glances.
I don't want your secret sideways smile.
I don't want stolen conversations inside stolen spaces in stolen days
. I don't want it.
I want normality.
I want to leave it all behind.
I don't want these drug induced hazes
Where I’m left stumbling trying to remember where I’ve been for the last few hours.
I don’t even want the temporary high you've been handing out to me like band aids.
These wounds are gaping and hollow.
And you're too scared to hold that needle and thread and suture me up.
So I don't want your band aids
I gotta find me a man that’s man enough
To suture up these broken wounds and hold me together.
So Mr. Summer Romance
Mr. Sweep Me off My Feet
And drop me like a rock
I don't want this anymore.
Either prove to me you’re someone else
Or I’m moving on.