i can feel you

i want to say i'm sorry that i didn't see it coming
i want to feel bad, to know that i'm bumming
i wanted your energy, i wanted your creativity
but i wanted another you, tried to take your sexuality

i don't regret you because i regret nothing
but you were a reminder, that people are something

you cared so much, which is really not a lot
but in comparison, that's what i thought.

you checked with me constantly, tried to peek in
i let you at first & you never let me win

i'm glad our egos took to arms
i'm glad i met you & your subtle charms

you were sweet as pie & daring in bed
but i asked so many questions & fucked with your head

i'm not beautiful, or that's what my shadow self claims
my ego is beautiful but that's just not the same.

we're caught in depression, caught in routine
we need a blast of fresh air to remind us of teams

you were a gust, not quite a gale
you were a conquest, and a sexual fail

it was nothing you did, it's all on me

i can't communicate desire, i can't just let it be

i've perverted myself and i'm sorry for that
let's learn something here: i am not fat