I refuse to go outdoors 

‘cause all my socks have holes, they’re torn

from taking off my shoes, thought I was comfortable.

But the gravel on the ground was cold,

it cut my feet the blood was warm

when all the words you spoke settled, they stole my hopes.

Oh I’m calling you out, I’m calling you out.

A paper heart and broken glass, it all makes sense now, looking back

why I was torn to shreds but kept returning to the bed you rest in.

Somehow all my fears escaped me, through attention that you gave me.

Oh the things I tried to cover up this wounded heart and hide from.

Oh I’m calling you out, I’m calling you out.