Learning to Take Up Space

I am not the type to fight to prove you’re wrong when I think I’m right
The righteousness that fills my mind is that I am yours and you are mine
But not so possessively, often more poetically like
I’m a vine and you’re a tree both growing exponentially

I think this could be the comfort we’ve been seeking
The company we kept and still are keeping
The glances we share in the late evening
Are you dishing out the signals I’m receiving

Now I’m stuck conjuring up some self-esteem to fill my gut
The caffeine from my coffee cup has been less of a pick-me-up
I’m off to school at 8 am then to work and then off again
Driving south to play a show I see your face smiling front row

I think this could be the comfort we’ve been seeking
Busy bees relentlessly believing
If we can ditch ourselves for just one evening
We finally make sense of all this bleeding

I am not the type to fight to prove you’re wrong when I think I’m right
The righteousness that fills my mind is we can leave the past behind
Not so obsessively but often more poetically
Like I’m the hook and you’re the lead we’re just filling in the space we need