This is Real

Someone told me yesterday
That this wasn't even about me
That soon you come and you'd say
That this was real and I'd see
That you're there and you care
And you won't stray
That you're here and you're near
And I don't pay
Consequences, defenses
You're building fences
When did love become a thing
Where we disect expenses
Don't your remember the care in my eyes
I still feel your hand creeping down my thighs
But my intentions never matter
Not when anger arrives