I feel like I’ve been falling, but
I am down on bended knee.
With one hand out for you presenting a heart, and
the other handing you a key.
In my eyes you can see the pain,
behind yours I see purity.
Funny we’ve seemed to trade places, but
you’re one of the few I trust with my real identity.
Like the city I reside, I see your beauty through your faults.
Full of entertainment,
I’ve have become content with this smile you’ve left on my face.
I’ve been hurt, and
right now I am just kind of going through the motions,
Keeping my heart beats above average, except
I find myself skipping to songs in the middle of the street.
Dancing with your voice, music to my ears.
I’m down, on one knee
offering you a fistful of tears.
And I figured you hate to see me cry, but
that is how you’ll know its real.
This key is not cliche,
not to my heart or the heartbreak hotel
Its a key to my city,
lose all contact with me and find me if its real.
On the other hand
this heart I am offering, I’ve sculpted piece by piece.
Each scar a story, and
It may be a bit cold, but its still healing, and
It may be a bold, but I built it to be brave
which made it tough..
If you take these items from my hands,
I place mine together asking you for your trust,
in exchange for my love.