What do you want me to do? What can I do to make you happy?
I mess up, I guess. You yell. I close off. You threaten. I push away. From more than I want to. I get weird. This brings up things I'm not quite ready to deal with yet. What more do you want from me? What do I have to offer that I've held back? Lover vs. fighter. I am greatly outnumbered. Fighters and their riots. I am scared of hurting other people. I'm also scared of hurting myself. I'm scared of hurting anything that I care about. Things were so dandy and wonderful. I just want everyone to be happy. I'm supposed to act like I don't care, like it doesn't bother me. But it does.
Okay, pretend hard ass facade back up. Tough skin. Strong. You don't get to me. :(
"I should warn you when I'm not well, I can tell. Oh, there's nothing I can do to make this easier for you. You're gonna need to be patient with me. I'm this apple, this happening stone when I'm alone. Oh, but my blessings get so blurred at the sound of your words. I'm gonna need you to be patient with me. How can I warn you when my tongue turns to dust- like we've discussed. It doesn't mean that I don't care. It means I'm partially there. You're gonna need to be patient with me." - Wilco
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