I try but I know it to be untrue.
I keep my distance.
Some other man, some other boy.
But, I do. I still love you.

I fell from your fixture.
And took with it my grace.
Give me something to hold onto.
Touch again your sweet face.

I want to find my heart
in some other hand.
Please, let it be.
Leave me to some other man.

I felt your electricity in the stillness
of my bed, so far and foolish.
My man, don't give me the look.
I can only see eyes, blue.

You kissed some other heart.
And you kissed the start
of something new.
And I take the drink to something blue.

Please. Leave me be.
Like a skeleton, you creep
and I hear the jangle of your bones.
The ones that held me too soon.

And I feel so hard and old.
Like an antique photograph
of something once so good and loved.
And it stings so new.

I tried but it's no use.
You felt me up once and
I'm waiting for the release
of your hands on my temples.

And I knew it to be so untrue.
And I sting so fresh and foolish.
And I miss you.
And I kiss you.
And I need you.
And it hurts to say it
when you can't hear it.
When it doesn't matter.
When the hearts on
your hands have since
been released.
Like a prisoner that loves the cage.
And the first time
I say it, feeling alien.
And I can't let it
lie there for you to
wrap in the stillness
of my broken heart.

And I see the other love
and it slips away.
And I hate this.
Because I miss you.

And I brush up against you,
just to feel the current
of my heart next to yours.
And I miss you.

And I let it go.
I know it'll hurt sometime soon.
And I know the hands that won't ever hold me back.

And I miss you.
And I kiss you.
I try but I know it to be untrue.
I keep my distance.
Some other man, some other boy.
And I do. I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.