Impervious

I don't know if I'm allowed to say
Man I really hate it
Being in love sometimes
Don't know if I'm allowed to gripe
Every time I lose my spine
And you turn me into mush
My skin's turned hard and weatherproof
But even through these leather boots
I feel you sleeping through

Can I say that I'm disturbed
That I'm not impervious to you?
Or is that one of them words I'm not allowed to use?

You get under my skin
Like the needles and the ink
You get down to a nerve in me
You do
I tried to settle out
Like the silt that sleeps in creeks
But you come barging through
Sent me rippling for weeks
I hate that I can melt
But we're all made of wax
There's no hiding from your sun
When one day you expand
And send me back to the place
I swore I'd not return to
Can I say that I'm disturbed
That I'm not impervious to you?



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Petraitis
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