Ego

i am looking at your face
but you’re looking at your phone
where your face is fully on
and my head keeps saying no
in a million bpm
so my heart will beat just one

your ego is my Achille’s heel
you’re everything i tried to heal
but it’s a castle on the hill
your ego is my Achille’s heel
all the things i didn’t want to feel
my insecurity makes it real

i am looking at your nape
while i try to write a song
not a sound seems to be as safe
and your tattoos are about to fade
cause they were made by one in love
no longer on no longer trace

your ego is my Achille’s heel
and there’s a whole gravestone to steal
while my words have no appeal
your ego is my Achille’s heel
after i wrote my training wheels
i knew exactly what i’d feel

i felt the cold in a summer sun
i felt the heat in a winter snow
i ain't a winter soldier, soldier
i felt the bones in a piece of you
i touched a tiny piece of you
i ain't a social fighter, fighter