You're making it hard for me
My lips are set to say no, and I do
But what was once a yell becomes a whisper and I can't hear my one little word of dismissal over the sound of your persistence.
Still I'm...putting up a resistance.
Ignoring the love, I focus on the anger
I let go of our "before" and I focus on the after
Because my happiness before I learned the truth meant nothing after he made me cry
After beautiful promises made way to ugly lies
...keep telling myself to "hold on to goodbye"
But my thoughts spin and become jumbled and the only thing that's clear
Is you.
Here.
In my face telling me I'm beautiful and impossible to forget
Kissing whispers in my ears causing a tightening in my chest
My answer remains "no" even if a question wasn't asked of me
Even if a statement was made about how your love was for eternity
"No."
I hold on to the two letters like they could save my life
Like they could be my weapon to destroy any vision I had of being your wife
But my voice is shaking and my eyes can't stay still
And even when I tell you "don't touch me," you will
I tell you to stop but your hand is on my face
And your lips find their place
And my heart falls from grace...
....and you're making it hard for me
I turn away and fight the urge to touch you back
Call the bartender over and order a little ginger and a lot of jack
As I drink I wish it would make the light I see in you fade to black
But it just blurs the lines and loosens my lips
Your hand rests on my thigh and with every sip, I drip
You plead with me to ignore reason and logic and follow my heart
"Don't let bullshit like this tear us apart"
Right.
The bartender visits a few more times before the end of the night
I stand up to leave but you're holding on to me tight
Walk me over to the back away from the crowd and the loud
Kiss me slowly like that was allowed.
Like I gave you permission to grab my waist
To consume my energy like it was candy to taste
And how dare my eyes be closed and my body limp
And why is it all I can feel now is a throb, and a drip...
And of course....
You.
Here.
Making it hard for me..
I feel the strength in your conviction pressed up against my dress
"N...Yes"
I mean your tongue is on my neck and your hand is on my breast
"Yes."
I mean my leg is wrapping around your waist, begging for what's next
"Yes."
I mean you grab my thigh pushing me against the wall giving me more and taking no less
"Yes."
I mean I lost the crowd and if you wanted to take it now I'd give in to this mess
"Yes."
I mean I want you to tap into that anger from all the afters and fuck me until I release this stress
"Yes."
I mean you're telling me you love me, I'm you're only and I'm the best
"Yes."
Because there is no rest
"Yes"
"It's real baby, you don't have to question or guess"
"Yes"
Now I'm just a warm puddle of submission
Trying to forget to remember any of your omissions
I want to stay but I need to leave
I reach down and feel how you're making it hard...for...me
