The Drive Home

You said in passing
That you'd drive me home
I know it was nothing
But I cling to those words

And I'm so afraid that you'll push me away
I think you must be lying
I think of something to say

I'm sure I've heard about this before
I've been warned
You'd come along and it would hurt

I thought only I could fool my mind
I could be paranoid
Or I could be right

But I'd rather be alone in your arms
Than okay on my own
Safe and disarmed

You're nothing but pain
And I'm nothing but hurt
Just tear me apart
Dissuade and desert

When will I feel like myself again
Not like this
Tired, defensive, hopeless, and hellbent
On painting a picture
I can hang on the wall
Show it off
Convince them all

'Cause I'd rather be alone in your arms
Than okay on my own
Safe and disarmed
You're nothing but pain
And I'm nothing but hurt
Like grass in the spring
Ripped up from the dirt



Credits
Writer(s): Niamh Kierans
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