She doesn’t want to hear that you’ll miss her
Wants to know why you won’t stay.
She doesn’t want to hear the sound of your steps
As you defiantly walk away.
She doesn’t want to feel this bitter scorn
Or hear how you pound at your chest.
She wants to believe in a love gone right
And know you’ve always done your best.
She doesn’t want to tangle with a lie
She wants to hear the truth
A bitter scorn within a defiance
Topped with some orange vermouth.
She wants to lie upon the sheet of obscurity
Within a vision she can ordain
Lost was all the principles she had
When it suddenly began to rain.
She doesn’t want your promises
Nor to hear about your cock
She’d rather dance upon the line of virginity
Than to play with your little rock.
She doesn’t want to hear you explain
How you’d lay with her every night
She needs to feel the love within from you
As if you lost your sense of sight.
Tears of anger hit the wall
Long before the force hit the road.
She doesn’t want to hear you love her
She wants to know it will corrode.
She doesn’t want you to terrify her
Just be a warming, calm embrace
She wants to be touched everywhere
But first, run your finger down her face.
She doesn’t want to be your warning
Or know the size of your room
She wants to be the tender moment
The bud of a rose, not the bloom.
She doesn’t want to mask the pain
She wants you to take it away.
She doesn’t want you to promise forever
She just really wants you to stay.