Said I’d never leave her cause her hands fit like my tee shirt. Tongue tied over three words, cursed. Running over thoughts that made my feet hurt bodies entwine with her lips. Now she’s feeling solo since she went solo hole in the middle of my heart like a polo. And it’s no joke to me. So can we do it all over again? If you’re pretending from the start like this, with a tight grip, then my kiss, can mend your broken heart, I might miss everything you said to me. And I could lend you broken parts that might fit, like this, and I can give you all my heart, so we can start it all over. Again we take the same road two days in the same clothes and I know just what you’ll say if I can make all this pain go. Can we stop this for a minute, you know, I can tell that your heart isn’t in it. Or with it. Tell me with your mind body and spirit. I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British. Whether we’re together or apart we can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start.