Insecurity and doubt are monsters
that live in my head.
I introduced you to them last night in bed
but I’m sure I’m not the first girl of yours to do that.
Are there any alarms going off inside your head
that think I’m just a different brand of crazy?
An apology scraps the inside of my mouth
but the monsters push another imaginary issue forward.
My naive heart has been betrayed and lied to
and as a last line of defense, I will accuse you of doing the same.
It seems neither of us can escape our pasts
I must trust you to not slice open
this vulnerable heart if we’re going to last.