Gripping to you is the best workout I've ever tried Because you're slippery, elusive, when I've got a hold Returning to water when I thought I had ice.
I've developed an emotional carpal tunnel over the years My hands are leather hard and my knuckles bleed And it hurts so much it brings me to my knees; to tears.
I've never let go though; the day I saw you was the day I-- The moment I saw you was the moment I knew I-- The words that elude me now will be said when you're mine.
I've found pity in the eyes of every person I've confided to Which I can't stand because you've never been anything short of, Never been anything wrong, the best thing I've been through.
There's a strain on my muscles from holding onto hope this way My shoulders are ever-tense, my back bowed under the weight And I'm vulnerable in this position, but come what may.
I'm not fool enough to pledge to emotions for you with a common phrase But should you ever return everything I've yet to say, yet to accept I would gladly accept a loss of commonsense, would gladly change my ways.
I hurt through the day, yet it is no matter, I hurt through the night too But the pain may be worth it in a decade, or less, as I hope For a day when I can without fear whisper, scream, say, "I- ."
Until then, my knuckles may bleed red until I'm dry and dead. Until then, my hands may harden to rock until they fall off. Until then, my body may hurt and ache but I will wait for the day.