It makes me think of how you act to me
You do
Favors and then rapidly
You just turn around and start asking me about
Things you want back from me
I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed -
While I find a place to rest
I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
[You'll see it's not meant to be]
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head