play dead

[tillman]

tangled in your arms again
they're the vines that confine me
because you wrap your limbs around
until it hurts to break free

but i won't apologize
for the things that i did right
and i won't crumble
when you you cry

watch you play dead when i leave
they're the times that remind me
what you get ain't what you need
when you get so lonely

but i won't apologize
for the things that i did right
and i won't waste
another night

i won't say a word
if you disappear
you know you
aren't wanted here
i, in some way,
feel sorry for you
(in some small way,
i pity you)
but that's just
what you wanted too
so i'm taking
myself back