I want to rush with you

and take it slow,

but the hardest part about hot and cold

is knowing when to let it go.

I feel numb even when I’m in pain,

the disaster of this cycle

leaves me ignoring the pouring of the rain.

And I just need you to know, I’m not your man.

I can’t be the one to hold you when you’re the one who crushed my hands.

Even though I want to–even though I want you

you’re no good for me, I’m no good for you.