There is something that weighs on my chest
Every night as I go to bed,
I have no way to distinguish
What I want, what I can ask for, and what I need.
There is something that aches in my chest
Every night as I go to bed.
Last night I opened up my ribcage for you
And it all came out.
The bullets and the butterflies,
The knives and the kisses,
The needs and the needles.
There was something that hurt you in your chest
Last night as you went to bed,
I let my feelings flood the room
And I almost drown you in them.
Am I too much?
Is this too much for you?
Am I too high maintenance, as I always ask?
My mind goes a lot of places it shouldn't,
But my head fits perfectly on your chest.
I do want to meet you in that middle ground,
But I want to know if this will be okay or will be over.
And if it’s over, let us start again
As family, as friends.
I need so much,
I’m worth so little.
You give me what you have,
And somehow, I still need more.
I feel so full,
I feel so small.
I let my feelings fill this room
And they told me I’m falling apart.
I let my feelings fill my room last night
And they told me
It’s never going to be enough.