There is shattered glass on the fl
There is pottery in my soul, broke
There are acid stains at the top o
There are pieces of dreams, writte
I have no words for your embrace,

I like a little distance,
Some room to breathe,
An escape route if need be.
I like a little distance,
If I’m still close to you.

He’s so smooth; soft and stupid, 
He’s sardonic, with sadness in his
I find that he isn’t beautiful— 
(Although he’s perfect inside and
That I don’t find him appealing, 

It takes courage to love someone,
To give your heart to them,
And take theirs in return.
It takes courage to be loved,
To give your naked body to them,

I thought I could forget you,
If I really, really tried,
I could pretend that I had gone,
I thought I could pretend.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do,