zipped.

Realise too late and you can't pull back cos you're fully underwater, gasping for breath. I don't know what your saying, and for once it doesn't register in my head. Let things fly over my head. The words i hear coming from your mouth sound like someone else and all the other things go unsaid cos i just can't seem to put it into words that won't break this. I can't trust this trust. I can't listen to your stories and believe thats who you are. More like i rather not understand and for once just sweep everything under that dirty old carpet.

baby, you're too paranoid.
you're worrying about the wrong things.