Damsel In Distress

There's afternoons where I feel like my head is full of air. My intelligence is gone, particularly on days with math tests.

My head may be empty, but my feelings are from the heart. When there's a chill from within, what can the contents of my mind do but condense? And now I'm biting my lip, and now I'm trying not to think, and now I'm all alone and I'm watching him and now why can't he see?

I'm usually hiding in plain sight, you know? And surely you've counted yourself up pretty high. I want to see you lose all your arrogance, just once. The sun is so bright in my face that I wouldn't recognize you when you stop to save me. When I tell you that I'm crying over you, I would be doing it to be nice.

It'll be a lie, sort of. When my skull is empty, what can you expect? I'm crying because you've stolen my head and I'll never capture you. I'm crying because I'm sure I deserve to be better and to love you more than anyone could.

And the accusations,
Quite a sin
And the obligations,
They're gone with the wind
And the tribulations,
Of a day gone bad

Just the condensation,
On a glass we just had,
On a glass we just had,
Of the bitter truth,
Of love
- The Dalloways, "How Can I Explain?"