I guess what I want to say is that sleeping alone never bothered me much
I thought I knew how to give myself over to someone
I thought I knew what it was like to feel wanted
I thought I knew what being broken felt like
I thought I knew everything before I met you.
I feel cheated because I never got the full chance to give you everything.
I try to chalk this all up to another experience in my life
Another stitch in the heart
Notch on the bedpost
The truth is that I left that seashell
As well as part of me that night
Thrown somewhere on your floor
In mad passion