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
