Threeways

She shows us her bedroom and says that we'll have to be quiet
She kisses you harder, I memorize it from above
Years later I'm not still not sure why that night feels so important
Behind the cheap fantasy, I wonder if it's because
Through her eyes I bet it seemed like we were super in love

The three of us out on a date, us and your ex-abuser
His salt's in the food, his words are mixed into the wine
You taste him on my tongue and get angry and scared and elusive
So for years, you said you were healing, you said you were mine
And if he hadn't been there, would we would've been fine

One two three ways
Of looking at everything
Yours, mine, with distance and time
The truth, and the lie, and the sting
And the three ways of looking at everything

You gush on your feed, I watch through a shallow glass filter
He's practically perfect, he's everything I couldn't be
But I'm in the wine and the salt and the joy at the table
If your walls aren't so high it's 'cause I cleared out the debris
Of course you feel better, you worked out your problems on me

I get anxious standing up for myself with my new lover
And when she is honest I'm still not sure how to behave
With no cruel accusations, no battlefield under the covers
I'm walking on eggshells, I'm trying to finally explain
Even after their gone, the third person always remains

One two three ways
Of looking at everything
Yours, mine, with distance and time
The truth, and the lie, and the sting
And the three ways of looking at everything