Furniture

I have it in me

To meet my maker and ask him why he likes to play

Such sick games with hearts and brains

But I'm finding reasons

To keep on breathing and learn from past mistakes

I'm heading downhill with no lights or brakes

Carry scars from my former loves

Bury our passing and holding our hands

You kick the dirt to cover up the holes

I stand before you a new man

So I, disarm

I'm as open as a child's love

But, still as uncertain as the whereabouts of that

Lost ring that you're lookin for, you're still lookin for

That you dropped somewhere on the dirty diner floor

And I still remember

The reasons why we dropped everything that we were doing

Just so we could fall asleep

Those words that I said

Have made some dents in your delicate outer shell

We can nurse this back to health

Poised for battle, I'm invicible

I've made it seem I've got armor for skin

You approach with fingers outstreached

You're blocking my only defenses

But now you look at me with those eyes

Tell me all the things you despise about me

We can throw the furniture around

And all the things we found

We can lock the door leaving no way out

I'm having conversations with the back of your head

Sleeping back to back on each side of the bed

If I could just touch your shoulder once throughout the night

Maybe we'd wake in the morning and be alright