(what day is it?)
I'll ask like it matters
I'm going to tell you how I feel in an hour
(or how bout right now?)
as my heart pitter-patters
then sinks to my stomach like a wet paper towel

you had expectations – I know; I had them too
you had them for me like I had them for you
and I had them for me; thought a million times through
if I think it enough then it's got to be true

but I know that ain't right;
it's a ruse, it's a myth
ain't no silly concoction brings a mind to commit
nothing's real til it's written, submitted in ink
I'm the blood in the drain clogging your kitchen sink

didn't want to forgive, or for you to say sorry
because what if you leave while I'm still fucking horny?
you say you've got fear of rejection, abandon,
well how bout me too but like more than imagined
growing up's making sure other people respect you!
so behave in a way they could never reject you!

so I'm tryna hold fast, put my instincts ahead of you
but feel like if I say it you'll pretend you already knew
growing up's making sure other people respect you…
or is it something about a reflection in residues…