Give Me Some Time

I wanna do more than the dirty and give us an intimate purpose
I wanna do more than get down on my knees
But your love language is acts of service
It's making me nervous, but I work up the courage
I would never stick around for the games, but I do like the circus
Ready or not, here you come, and it lasted a minute
Now we're both kind of bored, and you're happy you scored
But I didn't finish
Why we reminisce on your past, when you know it's none of my business
You say that you want something holy
But look I ain't made in the image
You wave a red flag, but I like that, it's my favorite color
But let me back track, think I want some respect back
And I'm sorry you suffer
You're too sprung, and I'm too young to be somebody's mother
Got a loud mouth, going down south, I'll imagine another
You hit every spot, you check every box
It's only enough for the moment
You open up doors and you want to explore but I'm hoping you close it
I was open to you and and ignored all the flaws
And saw you at your lowest
Now it's you on your knees, and you're begging me please
Like an act of atonement

Give me a reason to stick around
Give me some time if you would allow
We're in this deep, I'm afraid we'll drown
Give me some time if you would allow

Navigating through your mind is feeling like motion sickness
You wanna keep me here around, as if I'm your only witness
I'm starting to think I was easy for granting you my forgiveness
But you're good with your words
And putting you first is my only weakness
I wish I was better with boundaries, but I was raised to ignore them
Post on the gram, and then sell 'em a gram, hoping I didn't bore him
Now I'm here at the party
And cleaning up after somebody who poured it
They told me to watch out, but I'm crossed now
Putting on a performance
He's got a new girlfriend, with a white Benz, and it's all superficial
And they pretend, how they meet ends, just to make it official
She's a cheerleader, but I'm not that, so I'm blowing the whistle
Got both feet in two different worlds, and I'm stuck in the middle
But I'm comfortable, and comfortable is a good feeling to be
And the world's putting this pressure, how could we ever be free?
I'm a locked box, and waiting for someone to come with the key
And the world's putting this pressure, how could we ever be free?

Give me a reason to stick around
Give me some time if you would allow
We're in this deep, I'm afraid we'll drown
Give me some time if you would allow