Testo Deadweight

I look at the clock, of course it's 22
I see my own breath, too tired to move
I look at the clock, it's always 22
Its small things like this, get me thinking of you
This is me in my state of vulnerability
Tired and alone, cold and open
I'm coming apart, a chairs length away
A foolish hope you wouldn't run away I'm coming apart a chairs length away
If you saw my tears would that make it okay
Repeat chorus
When you go, and I stay it takes forever and a day
to understand all the things I feel
It's something i don't want
It's something I don't hate
This feeling lingers on, it's deadweight
I'm not man enough, it's true
But I'll do the best I can for you
Those pictures on your wall
They show all the parts of me I left at home
Don't bother knocking to come inside
This is where you stay, this is where you hide
I'm not man enough for you And I'll never have the chance to be