Can't let him take all my broken dreams,
Can't put that weight there for him to lift,
But he's drawing me in,
Like an addicting drug.
I'm
F
a
l
l
i
n
g.
Maybe I've c r a s h ed,
Smashed here in a ditch,
Waiting for his hand to offer help,
Can't wait f-o-r-e-v-e-r,
Or I'll die.
His words don't stop the bleeding,
They don't r.e.w.i.n.d the tapes,
They'll never erase previous addictions,
Or collisions,
But there's a cure in that shy smile.
