When I turn around
I hope I see you there
Holding the parts of me
You stole.
The parts that only you know
The parts that only seem to be relevant
so may this psychic embrace
Consume my tired heart
Weary with a looking gone numb
From people that can no longer tender a passion in me like you can.
It is this night
That I’ve made myself aware
That you stole nothing.
I gave you this.
You can have this kid wrapped inside a mans body.
This heart covered in scars and make believe
If only I held this gift of me
As true as you have.
