Terrified

I should be guarded
Not supposed to be honest, yeah
I shouldn’t say that I want you
And I’m supposed to play hard to get
And I shouldn’t have read that book that you lent me
And I shouldn’t tell you that I cried at the end of it, no
But I will

Is it too right?
Is it too real?
I was just getting used to being alone
Scared of the light
And how it might feel to truly love someone

I didn’t choose to be open
No, I don’t usually fall so fast
Guess the words I have spoken
Spill like wine from a broken glass
No, I shouldn’t have put my pen to that paper
Staining the pages with hands that were shaking, no
I should have kept it concealed

Is it too right?
Is it too real?
I was just getting used to being alone
Scared of the light
And how it might feel to truly love someone

All this ache in my chest don’t leave room for no one’s advice
But I don’t have a script for this and I’m terrified

Is it too right?
Is it too real?
I was just getting used to being alone
Scared of the light
And how it might feel to truly love someone

Is this
Is this real
Is it? (No, I never did, no)

Is this
Is this real
Is it? (No, I never did, no)

Is this
Is this real
Is it? (No, I never did, no)

Is this
Is this real
Is it?