Part 2
Jay Clayton
I will often hold the doubt that I'm the bad one
Accused of playing a victim of your love
I can call this home, but it isn't where my heart is
Do I paint you as a demon, out of shit and blood?
I am trying hard, you act like this is effortless
It's hard when you call your limbs the things we mutually bought
I find emotive scales exciting and frightening
But my emotive scales contract viruses of thought
I have chosen this lonely freedom
Let's hope that it works out for the both of us
I'm a sorry sap, forever stunted ox confirmed
Your flabbergasted film speech finding the words that hurt
You say you were born broken and don't know how to love
I think I do agree, that's why I've had enough