Risk In My Room (Lyrics)
I dream of you in color, and I wish it’s go away.
I get so angry with myself, and it lasts for the rest of the day.
How can I stand to sit next to you when I've felt your chest on mine?
In dreams so real, I could kill myself. In fact, I’d prefer it:
there’s time.
There’s time when you’re dead to think about things:
What you’d do differently, who you’d kiss across seats,
Of the car that you cleaned, cuz you knew he’d be in it.
I’m struggling baby, so eager to finish,
The what-ifs I’ve seen every night while asleep,
(I miss you already an you’re not really gone).
Just give me a minute, I’m so wrapped up in it,
I’d rather be with you than alone with no risk in my room.
Your eyes are dark and open, you know what you’re about.
I can’t understand how you pull it together, I always seem to leave something out.
You always know what time it is, and what time you have to go.
I’ll throw your watch into a dry wash, then Skynet will never know:
All the things we’ve discussed, how I feel about Trump,
How you never ate meat ‘til you decided you did.
Now you cook like it’s nothing, it’s really amazing
How we change when we want to and we don’t when we don’t.
If I could change you at all, I suppose it’d be selfish.
I’d prefer you were messy and unstable like me.
But because something’s easy doesn’t mean that it’s better.
I’d rather you were real than on par with the risk in my room . . .
There’s no risk in my room. It’s as cluttered as my thoughts.
I can mumble and laugh to myself . . . I can do that with you.
You can never come over, cuz I’ve kept too much paper.
God I still have the letters that you wrote me in basic.
And the spare butcher paper, I don’t know where you got it,
With ‘from you’ written on it, and now Buckley’s peed on it-
There’s time . . .