From the recording Public Love
Written, co-produced and performed by Lindsay Littrell; Co-produced, engineered and performed by Garrett Langebartels; Mixed and mastered by Melissa Mattey
Lyrics
I don’t wanna be your respite from reality
When you go you leave the ashes of your fantasies
They don’t keep me warm
They just pile up on the floor
And leave me feelin’ dirty
I don’t wanna be the answer to your drudgery
Bypassin’ your grief, pinnin’ all your hopes on me
They don’t keep me warm
They just pile up on the floor
And leave me feelin’ dirty
(leave me feelin' dirty…)
(leave me feellin' dirty...)
(leave me feelin' dirty...)
When you look at me, can you see all I’m holding?
Are you listening? Are your projections shattering?
They won’t keep you warm
They’ll just pile up on the floor
And leave you feelin’…
Do you wanna come clean with me, get real with me, break free?
Do you wanna come clean with me, get real with me, break free?
Do you wanna come clean with me, get real with me, break free?
‘Cause I’m done with this fantasy, this pretending. No.