the night time painted circles on your eyes 
the ones that scream that nothing is alright 
and you promised me 
we'd get some sleep 
if you came inside 
but you're too scared 
to fall asleep tonight 

no i'm not here to judge what i think love is for 
i've made mistakes before 
you said, "i'm not perfect 
i think i'm quite the opposite 
i'm nothing to adore" 
i said perfection is opinion and nothing more 

and you lied there with what confidence remained 
and i can't hear what you say 
but i do know this 
you [bad word] your hips 
on his bed frame 
now i don't want to live to see the day