I won't ask for someone
To grab my hand...

They place us
in such well crafted...

I didn't follow the stars
I chased after them...

You didn't just say those words
You poured them on me...

My heart it seems is a pit stop
For the weary to rest their head...

People always going
But never want to stay...

Why do men see something beautiful
and think they can place it in a cage...

Sometimes I feel an itch
forming on my lips...

You're falling in love with the wrong words
like a young bird trying to take flight...

I'm tip toeing over the edge
about fall in reverse...

New bed sheets, new bed spread
still can't erase the memory of your scent...

You keep your cards so close to your chest
It's wonder you have any friends...