If you take me by the hand,
and guide me through the door;
make me understand,
and show me what's in store;

If you can see beyond my mind,
beyond my ego, not my heart;
We can leave the past behind,
to make this new, and at the start.  

*

You told me about your evil ex.
I was broken *****, sulking when
you said he left you salty, sad
then you broke it to me:
no more bands of romance, only fun
with some one...

'not you, not yet,
maybe never.'

Now I'm standing on the outside looking in
and I realize its not about you, its about me
I just never had the self respect to really fight
for someone that made me feel worth fighting for.

Now I'm the guy that you avoid,
and you're the girl I've got to get over
to feel my sour feelings sweetened,
Now that I'm the guy that you avoid,

And that is what it feels like: a void
inside my chest, like a missing signal
a broken transmission from heaven to heart.
Sigh
And I miss the feeling of feeling.