Anachronism

Too close for comfort
I need you closer than ever
Boxing it away
Peeking through wishes, stitches, and all of the above

I need
A second too cool down
This room is all that I am now
Folding paper to ease me
Smoking guns in the ashtray, ok?

Anything said is too far gone
How you gonna sweat with a t-shirt on?
Nervous as always
I can’t seem to draw you out
I heard that I warm your heart
Why do I feel like I warned your senses
I can’t see how I fit in
But I do

I-
I-

Boiling points are productive
Speaking turns me pathetic
Self care makes me impatient
You tell me that I’m important
Is it to help me feel comfort?
Or do you say what you mean?
I’m mulling over words to no end
I can’t make them leave - I can’t make it love me

Anything said is too far gone
How you gonna sweat with a t-shirt on?
Nervous as always
I can’t seem to draw you out
I heard that I warm your heart
Why do I feel like I warned your senses
I can’t see how I fit in
But I do

I- (And you’ll always be a little piece of my heart)
I- (And you’ll always be a little piece of my heart)
I- (But you’ll always be a little piece of my heart)
I- (Love, you’ll always be a little piece of my heart)