I run my mouth too much
Can’t hold onto a bloke
Can't resist the urge to throw out a snarky joke
Because girls my age are too old to act vapid
Looking for lovers that can do more than just tap it
Tryna keep it cool but my heartbeat’s getting rapid
I guess I should quit I don't want a relationship
Anyway
It’sn too much stress, too much battling convention
Traditional gender roles causing all sorts of tension
And my lover, he likes being the little spoon
And he asks me if I do not like to feel protected
But I'm ok, I've got a broad back and I don't feel affected
By the heartbreaks and hurdles, more frequent as I get older
But his muscles feel like he’s carrying the world upon his shoulders
Until dawn, I can help him release these boulders
Yet I’m afraid to give too much away
Scared to find him growing colder, there’s so much I’ve yet to say
We’re running out of time, growing bolder everyday
I let my words run free, I've got nothing to lose
He replies dismissively and I know it’s going to bruise
To let go or just try harder, ay there’s the rub, I’ve got to choose
And I wonder what he’d say if he’d step into my shoes
All the knots in my stomach and the tension in my back
Overwhelming shame over social skills I lack
We were a perfect picture but now it starts to crack
I said something stupid, can I take it back?