Love is here in my hand.
I keep it close, I keep it warm
It's mine and I don't like sharing
It's been broken and glued back together
Shattered and pieced back together
And that's where love and I are the same
We are shards.
We are sharp
We slice without thinking,
Without trying
It is hard to hold love's hand.
It is hard to hold me.
I've walked down so many streets,
Driven across so many state lines
With love in tow
We've searched for places to stay together
But sometimes love and I get separated.
Sometimes I don't see love for a long time.
Sometimes love and I fight,
Sometimes I flat out don't want it
Love keeps ringing my doorbell
But I stay in bed
And hope that it leaves