So prone

Be kind
Please, let me come inside
It's cold and getting dark and you are sorry and I'm tired

Dont hide
I can see it in your eyes
That you can't stand to be alone, but then you never really tried

Oooh

So prone
To blood and broken bones
I only asked if you still loved me and you said to let it go

Oh, no
A butterfly exposed
We're just a casualty of growth and we've got nowhere else to go

You're sick of saying sorry and I'm tired of saying no