What to Think?

I start to think we're cool and then I think I understand,

But you words make things confusing as you're reaching for my hand:

You love me?

You want to build a dynasty?

I'm not sure what to say.

That makes me nervous, and choked up, got a violent headache 'cause

To your friends I'm a friend

But more than that inside your head -

How am I supposed to feel with the contradictions that you've said?

When you touch me it feels real

And I can see the respect

But then you tell me your ideas,

I hear your songs and what you expect

of your future,

But our views are...

Different.

You say the things I wanna hear, but something's missing;

It's trust.

I don't believe you

When you speak with lips you pulled Courvoisier and weed through

But as I listen to you speak, the words feel true

And I'm really not that sure who I can speak to.

It's a pain to explain what happens in this brain when I can barely keep in step with it myself.

I don't care what you think of me, don't care who you're f*****g with - don't care about your kinks, past or your wealth.

I just need you to be honest and to know where we both stand

'Stead of feeling like the only one who jumps to your demands...

Maybe you're just settling for anything you can -

I'm not saying that you're using

But it all gets so confusing.

You speak of planting seeds in me, calling me a "powerful queen", yet name me friend whenever we're seen.

Treat me with respect and love, introduced me to your mum - and only seen four times a month?

We've known each other for four years

For some reason, we're still here,

Though what we are is not too clear.

Asking me to talk more, slow down, to learn -

I've shown that I'm willing, right from the beginning,

So sick of losing, I want to try winning.

We both need some rest,

I'm trying my best

Now I've made a request -

It's your turn.