I’ve got a chipped-up mug, I’m by the sink again Two rings on the table, keys in the cup, same old mess since then If you say stay, I’ll stay by the screen door Leave the porch light on, let the whole block know I heard enough to know how this goes The way your face changes when a man gets too close If I’d been there, I would’ve stepped in Not proud of it, but that’s where my head has been So don’t make yourself small for them Don’t hand them the parts they can twist and use I’m here, I’m here And I’m not here to soften the truth So baby don’t you cry anymore I’ll be here for you, even when I’m going through my own shit that I can’t undo Cause all that matters right now is you Baby don’t you cry no more When they lean in hard like they want the story Like your no was a maybe, like they get to decide I see you go quiet, I see you hold still Like you’re bracing for it all to start again Take a breath, love, let your shoulders down You’ve been carrying that look from one room to the next He’s behind bars now, locked up where he belongs He doesn’t get to walk back through your front door I’m the one in the back seat, the one who signed The one with the dates and the notes and the black ink lines The one who says it flat when the room goes dead When everybody’s staring at the table instead What he took was never yours Not your fault, not yours to keep You don’t owe him one more second You don’t owe him any piece of sleep Point at the shelf, I’ll move the glass Tell me what sets you off, I’ll take care of that If you want the deadbolt checked, I’ll check it twice If you want the lamp left on, I’ll leave it on all night And if I let my guard down I want you to know me too Bad jokes, bad sleep, still trying Still learning what men should do I’ve said it once already I’ll say it again if I need to You were never the reason You were never where he put his mess I’d run away and hide with you I’m the one in the back seat, the one who signed The one with the dates and the notes and the black ink lines The one who says it flat when the room goes dead When everybody’s staring at the table instead What he took was never yours Not your fault, not yours to keep You don’t owe him one more second You don’t owe him any piece of sleep Say it plain, don’t dress it up File it straight, keep it hard, keep it shut Hold my sleeve, don’t look at them I’ll stay right here, I’ll stay right here Say it plain, don’t dress it up File it straight, keep it hard, keep it shut Hold my sleeve, don’t look at them I’ll stay right here, I’ll stay right here Say it plain, don’t dress it up File it straight, keep it hard, keep it shut Hold my sleeve, don’t look at them I’ll stay right here, I’ll stay right here Say it plain, don’t dress it up File it straight, keep it hard, keep it shut Hold my sleeve, don’t look at them I’ll stay right here, I’ll stay right here
