I Trap You
Love is a self-made thing
I am free
I stare at the air and I see patterns
And your name is a song in my chest
The taste is metallic
How many billions walk this planet?
I feel them, I feel them!
You show me my mass
Love is an endless sky
An endless cliché that imagines itself to be deep revelation
An open face, an open palm, an open plain
All open
The more that we close it, the less that we know it
And just 'cause I know it
Don't mean I know how to show it
They're taking everything from us and
Telling us nothing is ours, but here we are, dancing
You make me a microscope
You make me a map
I called it love
I should have called it "trap"
I trap you! I should have said tenderly
At the end of a long day
While we kept each other
Desperately stagnant
I trap you so much!
Yes, I want you to be happy
But don't threaten my happiness
Can't you see I'm walking this threadbare tightrope?
Made out of dental floss stitched
Together with strands of tobacco and dog hair
And it stretches between two precious fantasies, my fantasy of me
And my fantasy of you
And beneath, in raging red chopped razor toothed states of fury
Are all my insecurities
And all the little lies I like to tell myself
And every other reason that I can't see the truth
"I trap you so much!"
I should have whispered in your ear as we fell asleep
Bodies unbound, sheets soaked
Hearts hammering
If I see it clear, will it stay clear?
Will it be clear when you're here?
I don't want fear, I don't want greed
I want freedom, I want to be freed
I want you to be freed, I want to nourish
I don't want to feed like some ravenous mouth
With no guts, only greed
Endless appetite, need, need, need
You can't free me, I free me, I breathe
If I am in pieces, is it easier to see?
I think I am whole now
I think I am more whole
But I still check my phone 17 times a minute
To see if you called and I missed it
Trap
Love is a self-made thing
Love is a self-made
Trap
I am free
I stare at the air and I see patterns
And your name is a song in my chest
The taste is metallic
How many billions walk this planet?
I feel them, I feel them!
You show me my mass
Love is an endless sky
An endless cliché that imagines itself to be deep revelation
An open face, an open palm, an open plain
All open
The more that we close it, the less that we know it
And just 'cause I know it
Don't mean I know how to show it
They're taking everything from us and
Telling us nothing is ours, but here we are, dancing
You make me a microscope
You make me a map
I called it love
I should have called it "trap"
I trap you! I should have said tenderly
At the end of a long day
While we kept each other
Desperately stagnant
I trap you so much!
Yes, I want you to be happy
But don't threaten my happiness
Can't you see I'm walking this threadbare tightrope?
Made out of dental floss stitched
Together with strands of tobacco and dog hair
And it stretches between two precious fantasies, my fantasy of me
And my fantasy of you
And beneath, in raging red chopped razor toothed states of fury
Are all my insecurities
And all the little lies I like to tell myself
And every other reason that I can't see the truth
"I trap you so much!"
I should have whispered in your ear as we fell asleep
Bodies unbound, sheets soaked
Hearts hammering
If I see it clear, will it stay clear?
Will it be clear when you're here?
I don't want fear, I don't want greed
I want freedom, I want to be freed
I want you to be freed, I want to nourish
I don't want to feed like some ravenous mouth
With no guts, only greed
Endless appetite, need, need, need
You can't free me, I free me, I breathe
If I am in pieces, is it easier to see?
I think I am whole now
I think I am more whole
But I still check my phone 17 times a minute
To see if you called and I missed it
Trap
Love is a self-made thing
Love is a self-made
Trap
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Writer(s): Daniel De Mussenden Carey, Kate Tempest
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