One thing they say is impossible,
To give what you don't have
And baby, I'm doing the impossible with you
But some mornings, I wake up realizing I'm empty
And you come knocking at my door, with open hands
And I just can't give you blood and bones

She had lips
that whispered
the possibility
of forever,
and eyes
that looked
like home.

It's not because of my eyes that the world is blurry,
My mind is always a little bit behind.

If you could let me in?
Not just in your mind,
But in your heart?
That would be enough.