Tell Me

Tell me you love me.
Tell me you care.
Tell me you want to run your hands through my hair.
Tell me it’s perfect.
Tell me to shine.
Tell me that you want to be mine.
Tell me they’re lying.
Tell me the truth.
Tell me you mean it when we’re sharing a booth.
Tell me I’m safe.
Tell me to calm.
Tell me you’ll hold me in the center of your palm
Tell me you’re good.
Tell me to be.
Tell me that you’re not going to cheat on me.

But you’ll never tell me that.
You’ll never really care.
You’ll never get the chance to run your hands through my hair.
You’ll never be perfect.
You’ll never make me shine.
You’ll never ever want to be mine.
You’ll always be lying.
You’ll never tell the truth.
You’ll never get the chance to share with me a booth.
You’ll never make me safe.
You’ll never make me calm.
You’ll never hold me in the center of your palm.
You’ll never be good.
You’ll never see
That you’d probably go and cheat on me.