So much space between each stitch,
The colors are nice and the wool doesn't make me itch.
But with one faint pull of the unknotted yarn,
All that we've created will come undone.
You're so many things, that I always have wanted,
Though the ghosts of dead love, keep me haunted.
And I'm too far now, to flee from my rock,
So forgive me of all of the pretty and petty talk.
We can wrap ourselves in this, and both feel insecure,
But the warmth will be there, and the need is pure.
I think we both know, but you're trying to hide it,
And I don't lie, though I'm biting my tongue,
Waiting for our love to come undone.
I wish we could make a love soft to the touch,
Strong by design that endures just as much,
But I think what we made was, two hopeful's best shot.
But the real thing is exactly something else,
That this is not.
I'd rather be loveless, than rich in worry,
Never quite seem to escape my own story,
Give a good man a try, even words of love spoken,
But I always leave the good man filled...and broken.
But the warmth will be there, and the need is pure.
I think we both know, but you're trying to hide it,
And I don't lie, though I'm biting my tongue,
Waiting for our love to come undone.
I promised I'd try not break your heart,
But I'm easy for love,
And adore the love's start.
I won't take it all back,
Though I fear that's what you'll do,
When I finally confess
I don't want a life with you.
And I'll painfully get up each day with the sun.
And I'll pray you'll forgive and never forget,
Before our love had to come undone,
And I'll still be waiting for love,
And waiting for love to come undone.
JESS COFFMAN
I wrote the lyrics to "Unravelling," while I was in a relationship where I was being "taken care of," quite well. When I say that I was being "taken care of," I mean that as far as the world and my mom was concerned, I was being properly treated because this man was spending a lot of money on me. We went out to fancy restaurants, expensive adventures, and he bought me many thoughtful gifts. Let me be real for a second, I'm a woman who gets a nice pair of heels and wears them down into flats. I basically live pay check to pay check. Because of that, I do happen to be an expert on relatively cheap adventures that I received a lot of joy out of. So I am taking care of my own happiness in that way. But truthfully, I love being dressed up and fancy. And I loved feeling like an upper class New Yorker. Who doesn't want to go out to steak dinners on a random Tuesday night and be surprised with Broadway show tickets?! So, this man and the unprecedented fancy and exciting life that he offered me, did make me feel "taken care of," in that I felt for the first time, that I was an adult. Until one day I got an inkling, that perhaps I had been allowing this man to buy my love. I wrote this whole set of lyrics in about 40 minutes, on the C train heading to church alone.
Peace, warmth and real love,
Your Jess
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