Another one from the Giving Love and Hate album which, you may remember, was all about leaning in “whenever something felt too much, too earnest, or too cheesy.”
I never want to love you less, I want this to survive. I never want to hold you tight And forget we're alive. Should you let me envy you And still hold me tight? Or give me skin to hold on to Besides you to survive? And I love that you forgot, That loving me's unwise, And I love that you are not, The hate you don't disguise. I never knew love was what you feel, Inside when you are free, From your inherited hierarchies, And the longing to be seen. 'Cause to share this bed with you, Brings a roughness I'm surprised with, Guide my fingers to the truth, With hands I am baptized with. And to lie awake with you, Is a music I commune through, The hum of fading youth, A tune no one's immune to. And when you say, "Do you love you, too?" I know you'll hold Pain born from truth. And then you say, "I love you, too." I've learned to hold Pain born from truth. I never knew love would take me, I never knew home had meant you were into me. I never knew love would take me, I never knew love would shake my fear from me. (Go on.)