I’d rather be “alone”— say it slow, like it’s softer that way— than lay my head beside a body that makes my skin crawl away You know my habits— two sugars, one cream, stirred clockwise But you don’t know the hurricane in my mind at midnight We make reservations for a version of us that behaves You hold my hand like a placeholder for something you won’t save We speak in surfaces, polished, rehearsed, and thin Two chairs for every reservation but there’s no one sittin’ in I’ve seen this stupid show staged before— gold leaf peeling off to the floor I’d rather be alone than perform being loved Than orbit a man who won’t look up I’m not afraid of the empty side of the bed I’m afraid of the voice in my head sayin’, you should’ve left Call it comfort, call it custom, call it what you need But don’t dress up fakeness and feed it to me Yeah, I’d rather be “alone,” if we’re quoting it right Than live like a fraud in someone's life I watch them pose like portraits hung a little too straight Smiles lacquered over fractures they’re too afraid to name They call it “forever” like it isn’t just fear Of the quiet, of the question— who am I without you here? There’s a house and a ring and a script they recite But you can’t buy truth with something that shines in the light So they settle like dust on a life half-designed Call it destiny— I call it doin’ time I won’t trade a flame for something that only glows I’d rather be alone than perform being loved Than shrink to a shape that you’re thinking of I’m not afraid of the nights on my own I’m afraid of waking up somewhere I don’t belong Call it love, call it habit, call it what you’ve grown But I won’t make a garden out of seeds that were never sown Yeah, I’d rather be “alone,” let it echo, let it ring Than be held like a habit, not a living thing I’ve seen women go quiet in well-decorated rooms Trade their names for a “Mrs.” and call it bloom Vows pulled tight like a noose they can’t slip Smilin’ with a tremble in the corner of their lips The world said “stay,” so they stayed past themselves Filed their hearts on a neatly labeled shelf Called it love— but it looked like fear in lou-boo-TOHNS I’d rather be alone than mistaken for whole Than hand you my body while you’re missin’ my soul I’m not afraid of standin’ here, undefined I’m afraid of becoming a life that isn’t mine Call it lonely, call it madness, call it what you see But at least it’s an honest kind of vacancy Yeah, I’d rather be “alone”—say it plain, say it slowly Than pretend I’m not lonely I’d rather be alone… than pretend I ain’t lonely I’d rather be alone… than pretend I ain’t lonely more

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