You’re always trying to blur the lines but I know not to cross them
I know there is no place for us outside the welcome mat of your door
here I am yours but I go home alone
I guess I’m too much of a pussy to say just what I want
and how I want it
none of this inconspicuous nonsense.
don’t know what I want.
I alone answer my questions
with the runaround,
I’ve lost my goal.
Even this side of the mat doesn’t feel like home.