Testo Comfort

And I see the way you look
When you think I'm not looking forward
That I'm lying in a trap of scared assumption

It's a certain kind of sickness
A wrong turn of conversation
A kiss on the trembling hand of our love
And you could barely drive when I said
"I don't fucking care anymore
I don't see the point of lying for
What I am only tearing apart."
And you could barely speak
When I saw your reflection in the windshield
Fall in a space I know too well
That I am not your comfort anymore

God, won't you please stay with me?
Won't you please live with me?
I can't survive without your touch
Of gentle persuasion
Of rested assurance
Of finding a home and having it finally stay
And I see the way you look
When you think I'm not looking forward

And you could barely drive when I said
"I don't fucking care anymore
I don't see the point of lying for
What I am only tearing apart."
And you could barely speak
When I saw your reflection in the windshield
Fall in a space I know too well
That I am not your comfort anymore