Headspace

One step forward, two steps back
Feeling good even tho you stabbed
Gonna subtract the facts, just to try to feel
And spend my life picking up all the shit you spill

Now harsh words baby that’s all we know
And sweet love making just goes to show
That toxic things can burn and sting
As well as make you feel oh so sweet

Can you fix my headspace?
Or did you make it this way

3 days later, you still ain’t home
And I’ve been playing my fingers to the bone
Singin bout the blues, and the, pretty things
And sulking bout the world and the way it seems

You came back one day, slamming doors and veins
I bite my tongue I can’t turn away
Gonna bide my time, go kick the dirt
And do all I can to make this shit not hurt

Can you fix my headspace?
Or did you make it this way