Trying to make a barricade you put your arms in an 'X'
But he keeps coming and keeps coming though you're pushing hard on his neck
And he keeps coming and keeps coming and you're feeling his breath
And he keeps coming and keeps coming despite your heels in his chest
All that is left
Is the awe he neglects
Your call to request he leaves
Screaming 'please' but it dissolves to the deaf
But eventually he retreats like he almost forgets
He was in the midst of creating you a full list of regrets
'I shoulda left him alone'
'I shouldn'ta called'
'I shoulda knew he was no good'