P.o.s. - Been Afraid lyrics

Million dollar baby girl in the lower middle cla** With a Maglite right beneath her pillow And though she's never been a boxer by choice She's known to act oak, you never catch her a willow She the calm type, you see the small scars Creepin' down her arms, peeking from them long sleeves, right She keeps 'em weak in the knees, but she stay out of sight And when the school bell rings, it's goodnight Or might as well be, he never sees her around But he looks for weeks now, he's been maybe tomorrow, he's shook He sees those bruises and he needs to please her Plus, he don't wanna go home either Gives her a look, they pa**, copies down a poem from a schoolbook Gives it to her after hesitation, whoops his a**, she took it fast Lost like all sensation in her hands and braced herself gracefully Sturdy where she stands Humble mumbling, pa**ing the words, fumbling Nothing discouraging, just nerves, drumming up the courage Something 'bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds/ Somethin' or something that he read It caught her right beneath the armor Cauterized thought of any blunt force trauma Ain't no way he could harm her When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam Keep riding till the cycle is broke We don't gotta go through nothin' alone When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam Keep riding till the cycle is broke We don't gotta go through nothin' alone She's in to weather the whole storm Huggin' on her prince, his hands to skin warm Quick out the door, no note, no forlorn 'Cause all they heard was, "Papa don't hit me no more." But they couldn't seem to keep the swelling down How they regretting ever letting out this third child born But things are getting better now, cozy sweater now With her thumbs through the holes in her sleeves, worn down And boy is similar, noise minimal Toy criminal joys simple when someone's found it in you Somehow it boosts the individual, that bluish hue is mutual They make love gently So aware of each others bruises And sorta scared they could lose this Trust, bury the blues, somewhere it won't bear roots But is this boy where the truth is? She's spooked, see? Fruit never seems to fall far from the useless Branch that its attached to And quacks say if he's beat up, he's bound to smack you She's down to step back now, if he ever get loud She couldn't be proud of whatever she might do But it's the first time she ever felt touched That didn't bring her to hush like something was being done to her That unscrews her, she loosens with the booze Her hinge can stay bent, addressing her dude's wounds Regressing to bedrooms, where fools ignored don't He's not one of them tools that screws nuts and bolts And she know that (and she know that) And she know that, but she holds back and she hope that He see the way she flinch, 'cause it's knee-jerk to brace for attack Even if he's only rubbing her back, I mean And even if it's like the deck has been stacked It's not an act, he's really loving her back Hold your heart up "Never raise your hand." She says that with her grown up voice I'm yours now, just like a child "Please, don't be scared now." The words click, a piece finally fits "I love you." They say that with they lips "Never raise your hand." She says that with her grown up voice I'm yours now, just like a child "Please, don't be scared now." The words click, a piece finally fits "I love you." They say that with they lips When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam Keep riding till the cycle is broke We don't gotta go through nothin' alone When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam Keep riding till the cycle is broke We don't gotta go through nothin' alone