Sink beneath the mattress as I’m clawing toward regret
I’ll try my best to shield you so that I will not forget
I know it looks like panic but our words were misconstrued
Solace is subjective very much like any hue

Hide beneath the table so that we can catch our breath
So sorry I ignored you but I meant no disrespect
And as for second chances there is nothing I want more
But the glass is always empty; I'm more vulnerable than before