A LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lyrics

Ripped out of my grip I've been losing reasons to see through the fog

And the lips that I can't sip from is just clouding the way that I talk

Way I've been strolling without a direction I know it's perplexing for you as well

These burnt feet they walk through hell for you to be like

Hello, good morning, goodbye, the smoke in the sky

Daunting you taught me on purpose, well maybe, maybe the love is what's driving me crazy

Usually I ain't been used to be counting on someone as much as I do to you

I'm sorry not trying to be rude, an open letter

Sorry this feel like the biggest setup

In the past, we fight but always made up and I'm scared

You know what they say, the more that it grows the more it's the same

I'm scared if you're too used to me you might lose

Feelings you'll look for something I'm not

Probably someone who got it together

Somebody who knows how to treat you better

Counting on you like counting on cloudy weather

And the rain in the face I can see it, the age and the pace it been picking up

The weight on your shoulders just drag you down

You constantly search for a pick-me-up

But first please, broken promises locate me honest

When you were on top of me I wasn't thinking and that is surprising

Cause that's all I do, I thought it was pussy but maybe it's you

Thought it was something, connection was nothing I hunted for

Never had time for the metaphor

And then sort of my problem, the gossip popping

Keep your picture all up in my noggin, wallet stop it

No self control, there's no cockpit

No chemicals in my

Decisions on top of decisions I move through the fog on the way to your house

Take off my shirt and you take off your blouse

Changing my ways through appeal to your route

I switched up my bitching and prove to myself

That I could be something with or without you

I don't know how to deal with the reasons you make up to leave

Blood on my foot and you got the knife

Sacrifices for the love of my life

Empty nights I had spend by myself

Too scared to ask you for help

Decisions on top of decisions I move through the fog on the radio

Take off my shirt and you take off your

Changing my ways through appeal to your route