Projections

Let you wash over me and I feel sick
With all the projections and all the rejections that you haven’t quite given me

But I feel them tempting to arise
And I feel you in the quick glance to your eyes

I’ll let you walk toward me and I’ll feel sick
With anticipation, with imagination, modifications I’d make before you know me

Yet I feel this common thread that underlies
A connection but not mine to decide
And I’m home, and you’re home

Let you envelope me in your judgement
I’m so damn afraid that I haven’t quite made my own path in the ways that you would see fit just for me

Do you feel that upper hand you have on me?
Will you heal that? Or do you think of it fondly? (so heavy)

I don’t wanna look back, I don’t wanna look back, no (so heavy)
I don’t wanna feel that, don’t wanna feel that, don’t (yet so empty)

(shhhh) Don’t wanna waste sound if it’s going to take away the meaning
Take away the feeling
It’ll just cancel it out and I don’t wanna waste a sound