I played hard to get.
Said I was strong and independent.
I didn’t need anyone like you to live my life.
You went for the second try.
Only to be denied again.
The third time around, you caught me when I was vulnerable.
Emotions all over the map.
You said, “baby, let me take the wheel, I’ll give you a really sweet deal
I’ll hold your hand so you don’t feel alone
I’ll scare the monsters away in your sleep.”
But now we’re six months in and I’m having second thoughts.
I’m not sure if you’re the one for me.
But I don’t know if I have the courage to tell you.
I get nervous and sweaty at the thought of you not meeting my lips when I wake up.
Who will make me feel pretty?
Who will hush the negative thoughts?
Who will hold me when I have bad dreams?
You support me in so many ways.
But I think it is time to break up.
I think it’s time I find a new love.