Lover, sit before me where I can see your soul
Challenge me with saddened eyes,
Bend beneath your burdened mind
And hold before you the heart of the world.
Trick me with your broken chords,
Tie my thoughts with care and woe
And bring to my gaze the agony,
The chaos loose that I cannot end.
Trouble me with your hurt and
Clench the fists of my rage
For I would seek to destroy
That which could hurt you.
I would seek to destroy
That which would punish you.
Can I get you another coffee?