Left with my thoughts
I think too much, you think too little
Maybe I should just be quiet and you say what’s on your mind
We’ll meet somewhere in the middle

When the silence finds my conscience is taking the guilty plea
I bargain in the interrogation room just to find a way to cope with me
When the truth subverts the narratives we tell ourselves about reality
Tell me that you love me despite all that you can’t stand about my personality

It’s not you and it’s not me, I guess it’s us just grinding through
When one moment I’m worth the heartache and the next you have to lie to say “I love you”

Or is it just the way it feels when rejection issues instigate inadequacy
As I spit on the face in the mirror when I’m the one person in the world I don’t want to see
I guess I can’t blame you for getting tired of it when it feels like you’re just putting up with me
Because my rose colored glasses are broken and I can’t lie about the bloodstains on the hands of my hypocrisy
Lost for who I am, who I’ve been, and who it is I think I want to be
Weighing out the cost when I don’t feel worth the ache of this dichotomy

Dual natures at war within
Plea bargain for forgiveness when I know my sin
When every cause feels lost and I default to failing just how do I win
When I’m on the other side of a justified sense of this rejection…