The God Awful Small Affairs - Nicest

End of a chapter
People say we hate change
Well he's "anti-medication"
Well I'm - Anti Rage

I remember well- Me crying at my grandma's house
He comes stumbling through the door
Pretends he don't know what I'm crying for
Thinking "That's just how men are... sometimes"

He says "Don't you know who I am?"
I say "Man...
Do you think I got this far by telling people who I know they think they are?"
He tells me "pick a road We can go"

You'll break me whole
You'll cut me clean
Oh you're the nicest boy that's ever been mean

Don't you blame me
For approximating
Your armor mimics all your patterns
Want to believe
As you push into me
You'll push right past me to what matters

I remember well-
Mt first heart broken by a slide of hand
Power I could not comprehend
Smiling at the beginning
But craving at the end
Thinking "That's just how girls are... sometimes"

Not your fault
I'm to blame
Doesn't matter who stated all the pain
I'm praying every day to be
All the wicked things they say of me

Don't you blame me
For approximating
My armor mimics all your patterns
Want to believe
I've an identity
When I'm alone
Am I a wrapper?
Or the nicest boy
That's ever been mean

I tell him "Pick a road We can go"

Written by:
Missy Preston

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