I run my mouth too much

Can’t hold onto a bloke 

Can't resist the urge to throw out a snarky joke

Because girls my age are too old to act vapid

Looking for lovers that can do more than just tap it

Tryna keep it cool but my heartbeat’s getting rapid 

I guess I should quit I don't want a relationship

Anyway

It’sn too much stress, too much battling convention

Traditional gender roles causing all sorts of tension

And my lover, he likes being the little spoon

And he asks me if I do not like to feel protected

But I'm ok, I've got a broad back and I don't feel affected 

By the heartbreaks and hurdles, more frequent as I get older

But his muscles feel like he’s carrying the world upon his shoulders

Until dawn, I can help him release these boulders


Yet I’m afraid to give too much away

Scared to find him growing colder, there’s so much I’ve yet to say

We’re running out of time, growing bolder everyday


I let my words run free, I've  got nothing to lose

He replies dismissively and I know it’s going to bruise

To let go or just try harder, ay there’s the rub, I’ve got to choose

And I wonder what he’d say if he’d step into my shoes


All the knots in my stomach and the tension in my back

Overwhelming shame over social skills I lack

We were a perfect picture but now it starts to crack 

I said something stupid, can I take it back?