I wait by the door like I'm just a kid
Use my best colors for your portrait
Lay the table with the fancy shit
And watch you tolerate it
If it's all in my head tell me now
Tell me I've got it wrong somehow
I know my love should be celebrated
But you tolerate it
Need someone to hold me close, deeper than i ever know.
Whose love feels like a rodeo, just knows to have control.
When i am vulnerable, he's straight talking to my soul.
