Traps

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I’m not as messed up as you think I am
I’m not as together as you think I am
I’m not as confused as you think I am
I’m not as forever as you think I am.

Layers in the layers.

You’re not as sweet as I think you are
You’re not as bitter as I think you are
You’re not as loud as I think you are
You’re not as silent as I think you are.

Lairs in the layers.

We’re not as understanding as we think we are
We’re not as callous as we think we are
We’re not as …yeah, whatever, whatever …
We’re just not. You know the score.

Layers in the lairs.

And no, this doesn’t mean what you think it means
I could beg you to know me but I’m deeper than that
I think that I know you but you’re not so open
There are layers in your lair and traps in my hand.

Lairs in the lairs.