My mind beats a mile a minute
I mean my heart pours through a torrent of thoughts
For your touch for your taste for your
- words -
Words so pure Delhours would pay you not to produce them
And a heart so broken I poured everything I had into it
- to build you up -
- to hold you together -
And you took it and let it heal you from the inside out
So that I still thought you were
- broken -
So that I kept pouring myself into you
Until you overflowed and said
- I'M HEALED -
- I don't need you -