Talons

I wish I was somewhere warmer Under a different name, or a different view And I keep telling myself I shouldn't feel Lingering in my head All of this pressure from you I'm trying to guess the next word on your tongue I'm trying to guess the next word on your tongue But I'm coming up short every time, yeah Coming on soft So I'll take things home Take a courage pull In a place I feel less uncomfortable And I'll murmur a few 'fuck you's' to the cracks on my wall Singing, If I don't owe you anything Why do I watch the curl of your lips? And the nod of your head? For a sign that you might just approve of this thing of mine This thing I own is killing me softly It's killing my surely And if I end up in your arms Just know it's the path I would make For myself as place I belong If I can't pull your hands off mine Oh, Mama I'm dying If I can't pull your talons out my spine Oh, Mama, I'm lying to live I'm a pleaser who can't get this right (Oh)