Yes I am the fool who came back twice
And I know your ancient tears are nothing more than ice
And I’ve justified my scars by telling everyone I’m better off
But every time I try my voice will quaver

Your bitter taste is resting on my tongue
My throat is burnt from singing songs that we have sung
I would tell you that I missed you but that
Sentiment has passed
But now I’m back to ask an honest favor  

All I need
Is to hear three words I’ve dreamed of hearing all this time
All I need
Is to hold you in my arms without your guilt, you shame, or anger
All I need
Is to bring myself to tears if I could stand
To look you in the eye
All I need
Is to tell you what I am
Before you tell me

Yes I am the love of your young life
And I know this to be true because I’m still your wife
Because I know when you’re upset when I’m the one who sees the way you look at you