Honeymoon. Abuse. Honeymoon. Amuse.
In the depth of my relationship I was too familiar with fear,
It became who I was sleeping with every night.
The warm breathe in my ear.
I knew the words off by heart,
“it wasn’t my fault, I’m tired and stressed”
All of these signs showed from the start.
If only I knew what I found out
Maybe I wouldn’t have been sleeping with the doubt.
I know its my fault I’m sorry I asked.
I didn’t know you’d react this way,
I just wanted to know if you had a good day.
You seemed quite stressed, you’re having a drink,
You still have your work boots on your feet.
Then you stand so tall but so small
Looking down at me telling me I was wrong.
How dare I said I wanted you to choose me,
Instead of the booze you were sipping.
I recorded your voice, because I was so unsure,
Everytime you found out you’d yell some more.
“Why would you record me? Without my consent?
I would weep “Because you tell me this is all in my head.”
Over and over I would hear you say – I’m going to leave you all alone one day.
No one will love you
No one will care, No one will ever love you as much as I do I swear.