i wish to feel smaller under your sheets.
i wish for the whole truth everytime you speak.
thinking about how you care half as much for me.

well i guess it doesnt matter what i say or what i seem.
you stuck what i felt for you in the pocket of your jeans.

it's hard to find
what i want when it's
buried beneath the biggest rock.
i can pay lots of money to help
lift it with machines
but im not sure youd cooperate,
not sure youd come clean.