Lyrics

Will I learn you
Will you let me
I'm a little too grown now to beg
You've got a broken
Scratched up compass
So you don't know if you're heading closer or farther away

You're inviting me to dance
But saying don't touch me
Sending me into a spin and then walking away
You're holding a hose
To a fire that's not lit
So your hands are too busy to cradle my face

You're so afraid to be scared
You conjure ghosts before they can get there
Sweetheart, you're haunting yourself
Raising your own hair

I'm plotting paint, you're dusting chalk
You carry an eraser in your pocket
You write me letters but never use the pen I gave you
You hate the thought of the ink on your hands
And I write your grocery lists
Just 'cause you like how I curl my E's
But you don't hold onto those paper scraps
Because they hold onto a piece of me

My god, you're so afraid to be scared
You conjure ghosts before they can get there
Sweetheart, you're haunting yourself
Raising your own hair

I know you're not so oblivious
I use metaphors to keep it clean
But my god, you can't keep yourself from falling
By never leaning into me

You're so afraid to be scared
You conjure ghosts before they can get there
Sweetheart, you're haunting yourself
Raising your own hair
You're so afraid to be scared
I promise you, darling, ghosts are nothing but air
Oh, it's safe, it's safe, it's safe right here
Come closer if you dare