Try to Talk

[ Lyrics ]

Tried to talk — he pulled me close instead.

Sat on the edge of the bed, barefoot and brave,
opened my mouth, but he didn't wanna save.
Said, 'We should talk about us, about real things,'
he reached for my wrist like it meant anything.
I traced the scar on his elbow, a story untold,
he kissed my neck like that's all I wanted.
I wanted words, not a whisper, not heat on my skin —
but he’d rather make love than let the truth in.

I said, 'Do you ever miss being known?'
He turned down the lights, pulled the sheets over the phone.
Not cruel — just afraid, or maybe it's just
easier to love with your hands than your lips.

Tried to talk — he pulled me close instead.
I said I need to talk —

— he already knows the script.
Tried to talk — but the silence got too loud,
he’d rather move my body than move past the cloud.
Side-chained pad pulses beneath 'pulled me close,' heartbeat replaced.

Brought up the future, just lightly, just once,
he laughed like it’s funny we’d ruin the dance.
Asked if he sees this going somewhere real,
he said, 'Right now, you’re all I feel.'
No timeline, no promise, just 'stay in the night,'
yet I keep showing up, searching for light.
I know this rhythm — touch, then retreat,
like we’re dancing in circles on a broken beat.

I said, 'I don’t just want skin in the game,'
he unzipped my dress like he’s answering the same.
Not wrong — just mismatched, two wounds in disguise,
healing in motion but never in eyes.

Tried to talk — he pulled me close instead.
I said I need to talk —

— he already knows the drill.
Tried to talk — but the truth wouldn’t land,
he’d rather feel me shake than hear me stand.
Backboard creaks the same tune every time he leans in —
a lullaby for nothing, a dance without end.

I don’t need saving — I need to be seen.
But he’s not the man, he’s just here in between.

Between who I was and who I’m becoming.
This bed’s not a home — it’s just where I’m running.

Tried to talk — he pulled me close instead.
I said I need to talk —

— yeah, he knows the way to shut me down.
Tried to talk — but love’s not this sound,
it’s not a gasp, it’s not a vow drowned out.
I want a voice, not a rhythm, not a game —
I want someone who answers when I say my name.

Tried to talk…

But I’m walking out.