reverence and compassion

i can't stop shaking, i never get nervous
you bring out the worst in me
stop trying to touch my face
this isn't going to happen this time
i can smell everything i hate about you
still you don't know what it takes
for me to look at you and still say no
then to find it in me to just walk away
like lost letters to someone you love
still sitting by your bedside
unsent but not forgotten, love is tragic
i'm not coming back to you
my lies ring true every morning
stop trying to touch my fucking face
the pleasures you don't deserve
will always be just out of reach
reinacting the night you told me
a wooden swing, some yellow thing
my voice becomes a whisper
like screams at low volume
or friends who don't call you
remove the dark red stains
trust me i'm holding back
you aren't getting inside me this time
the look on your face is desparate
the trembling of your voice
that i can hear in stereo
these questions i won't answer
are not saying i'm afraid
it's reverence and compassion
that i'm not saying the way i feel
sometimes you bring out the best in me
but now you don't come to mind
you still don't come to mind