Ill Intent

Pushed you out of my head
Repressed thoughts of what you said
I can’t fathom why you left
Or these thoughts I conceal

Claim you needed space
So you threw this all away
My memories turned to hate
Like these thoughts I conceal

I can’t sleep lying on these sheets
This sinking feeling became routine

I guess lightly I will tread over harsh things that I said
I’m sorry I misread your love for ill intent

I’ll blame lust
It’s not like we discussed
I know I broke our trust
But you weren’t to know
I sing about this fucked up thing
And you doing what you did
How I didn’t know

I guess lightly I will tread over harsh things that I said
I’m sorry I misread your love for ill intent

I can’t sleep lying on these sheets
This sinking feeling became routine
I can’t sleep lying on these sheets
This sinking feeling became routine