Million Songs - Brye

You’re something else

I’ve never even met you

And I’m stocking all my shelves

Prepping for my downfall, once again

You remind me so little of him

Almost to a fault

I’m bending over backwards

Trying to undo

All The heartbreak and the pressure

Bullshit he’s trained me to do

Reactions, and habits

That’ll be my own undoing

And maybe there’s no point

In seeing all these boys

You get so many «no's»

You can’t hear the yes

But maybe you’re the thing

That’ll make me lose my voice

You’ll swallow my words for me

Don’t give me a choice

You’ll be the thing to fix

These torn and shattered limbs

Teach me what you know

And I’ll teach you

You’re nothing like the last

Perhaps it’s all false hope

Please pick up all my pieces

I can’t be alone

I’m heart over head

Falling much too quick

But loving you is so much easier

Than trying to fix

And grow from what he did

From what he’s planted in my head

This idea that I’ll always be broken

I’m not trying to use you

You’re much too good for me

But that sliver of a chance

Has me higher than can be

My lows are brought back up

And to thank for that I have you

Maybe there’s no point

In loving all these boys

You waste time and energy

You can’t get back

But you’re just so damn cute

I can’t seem to think straight

You’re dulling all my senses

Bring me back

It’s like you’re what I’ve missed

I never knew I’d need

Make me want to write a million songs

You hold yourself so well

It makes my legs go weak

Our bodies are like pieces

And we barely speak

You are something new

And I need someone who

Can teach me how to walk again

You aren’t even mine yet

But damn I’d like to get

A bit of a change

Maybe you’re the point

In seeing all those boys

I wanted something better

And here you are

And maybe that’s the point