No sweet sharp on point metaphors today
Just a lot of confusion and a bit of pain

I can't make beautiful shapes with it
It's a deep, thick mesh of thorns
Of feelings going up and down, right and wrong
I can't get my hand inside
without getting hurt first
I need to - how to?

I will talk to you later
Let's heal over, heal over, heal over
You and me
I will do anything
Would you for me?

I never want to stop loving you
I'll wait for better times
This better be worth my while