Tatterdemalion,
My heart is in shambles,
Scrambled.
I try to stay mad, try so hard,
But I look back and I can only love you.
I look back and I can only love you.
I look ahead and I know I will still love you,
Deep down, at least, to some degree.
There are no full stops in my heart
There are no full stops 'round these parts
No full stops to round off false starts
Unfortunately
I'm sorry for you, sorry for me.
I'm sorry that this is the way it will be.
Can we forgive ourselves,
Not just for what we've done,
But for what we'll never do, too?
Tatterdemalion,
Rapscallion,
A heart that is too good, and good for nothing.
Would it be way out of line to ask for one more time,
To entreat an encore,
Just one more?
You know it goes on endlessly in my mind
All the time.
