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letra de against the kitchen floor - will wood

[verse 1]
i don’t owe you my heart, and i don’t owe you my body
but you should know that i’m sorry for being careless with you
lord knows i owed you more than i’m pretty sure i ever could give anybody
but i can’t pin down what normal people want from foreign objects
bottom shelf erotic products like me

[pre-chorus]
so, i could hold your hand but keep you at arm’s length
or hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake
less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
unlikely to be more than just the coal you fail to crush
[chorus]
and i swear i’m really trying
get it together, will, know and do better
it just don’t come natural to me to think that you’d want me for mе
i swear, i’m really trying
oh, i’m sorry, i promise, i’m doing my bеst
i just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet

[verse 2]
i still don’t know who you are, i only know that i’m still lonely
that morbid sort where even company can’t cure me
and the more you reassure, the less i trust
but still you gave me your heart, i only gave you my body
honestly thought n0body’d want it, let alone notice it’s gone
and so i left it home, but now, now, now, now

[pre-chorus]
i keep a locket with a picture of the back of my head
oh, monkey-wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends
i’ve lived more lives than enough, i haven’t died quite as much
but i’m not a real person, just the sh-t you can’t make up

[chorus 2]
and i swear i’m really trying
i’m just as exposed if i take off my clothes
when we make the closest thing to love that i’m capable of
and i don’t know why you would care, but i’m really trying
oh, i’m sorry, i promise, i’m doing my best
i just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet
[bridge]
did i really have any of that gravity? maybe you’re quicksand
because i really couldn’t tell how deep my footprints went
the vertex of my redemption arc, the searching of that virgin heart
i’m catatonic in your arms, crying, “how did i cause so much harm?”
i’m down pounding my head against the kitchen floor
apologizing for my life and ever entering yours
don’t say “i’m sorry, but this can’t go on,” i know you’ve got scars of your own
but hide my knives before you go, i’ll either live or die alone

[chorus 3]
i swear i will die trying
i’m still in the process, but i’m making progress
i promise i honestly wanna prove improvement’s possible
i swear i’m so f-cking sorry
i’m not a good person, i’m barely a person at all
but someday i’ll be perfect, and i’ll make up for it all

[outro]
(“and write a f-cking song about it! ’cause it has to be all about will’s f-cking drama! god d-mn it!”)

(sorry. f-ck, i’m sorry.)

- will wood

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