Do you keep my heart in a locked box?
collecting dust on your window pane
Do you open it sometimes?
remember what you still claim
Do you hear it beating
atop it's lonely perch
Does it keep you up at night?
making your heart lurch
One day, I pray, you'll bring it back to me
And finally I'll get to see
Don't get me wrong, I stole from you as well
It sits on a dusty shelf, taunting me
If you bring me mine, I'll give you yours
preferably undamaged, mind a scar
We can go our separate ways at last
finally be on par