Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

Rude shocks coming – I’m now a little numb
Wicked games playing – I play a whole lotta dumb
You see I’m this chick who couldn’t care less
I’ve been this victim of a whole lot of tenderness

Terribly gone wrong, someplace

I swear I had no damning addictions
I didn’t even care for them killer predilections
I was just trying – to setting the record straight
I’ve been accused of hurrying past – but I promised I could wait

But something, it don’t feel so right

I wore my heart on the sleeve, said I was for keeps
I even cheated flimsy fascinations and played it all right
But do you see it on my face, when I say I was ready to wait
Really, let’s talk about you – did you play it straight?

I can sense the tension brewing

Now you tell me I’m all wrong
Couldn’t do no nothing right
Really, but then you must have a reason to hold on to me so tight
I’m a mess, I couldn’t care less
Just another victim of a whole lot of tenderness

Everything’s eventual