Too hot to handle
You could have been honest. Transparent as I was. But now I'm a jellyfish, beautiful and opalescent, beached with it's brain exposed...
I'm not an idiot, I can read the lines, but goddamn is trust once again a hot iron I've placed in your hands.
You think I'm not tough enough to handle it?? That's just proof that you've never known me.
You wanted friendship. But you thought that'd we'd build it on a half truth???
We can't heal from things we don't know... Love you to death. But you're too afraid of yourself to even give them the right amount.
You could come clean, fess up, work it out. But you'd like to think of me as frail. You'd like to find yourself terrified of the consequences of your own actions that you'll let them grow and mold behind a closed door.
It's all a work... But we can't put on a good match if we don't trust each other with everything...
I'm the champ... You can't help but be afraid of the shoot, I'll be damned if it's my fault. Don't ever say I don't love you...
Look, you're so worried about who goes over. You forgot to wrestle the crowd. Who's pop is it now?