Defeated

You've got a lot of problems, I know

I've got a lot of fear in my heart

I'm frozen while I'm watching you go

Knock on your door, asking can we restart?

And maybe it's an issue I'll fix

Or maybe it's a permanent scar

But every time I hear the word beauty

I picture your hands when you're turning your car

And I know that I say this too much

But dammit this shit isn't fair

You were the taste of my toothbrush

I had you each morning and night I was there

You were the notes on my staff

You fit like a glove on my hand

You are the smile on my face

You are the beach to my sand

You make me complete

You made me complete

And now I feel defeated