i got an insecure question

do you love me?
or is everything that leaves
your mouth a lie?

can you please help me now?
instead of helping yourself
it's supposed to be the two of us
not just one

can you pick out an issue for us to work on?
we need to start somewhere
i need to know what you're thinking
before i speak, otherwise my mind
will melt from every hot word you burn
into it

beyond my eyelids, every time i shut them
i see your face, and i got to ask:
when's the next time you'll really come out?

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