Just call me Lenny
And your heart is the softest mouse I ever felt.
I just want to hold it and pet it
And leave it at that
I am a mosh-pit queen
A boxing fiend
In a ring around your emotions
Throwing elbows and my weight around
Absorbed by the music of myself
I handle hearts
In oil-slick hands, fingers sutured together with sorry "I'm sorry"'s
To try and keep you from falling between the cracks
Of my sidewalk memory unsuccessfully.
And I try to be gentle,
But no one should trust me as much as they do
You hardly know me
And yet you hold me responsible.
Trust me with your most sacred possessions.
Put me up high and sing praises to your false, flipper-handed god
Knowing full well that I am a thief in the night
A dog on the run
Chasing after the latest thief I encountered
In a dark alley way who stole a basket holding all of my eggs—
Maybe that’s why you’re offering me yours;
I try to be gentle
But it seems like every time I handle with care
You take it to mean that I care deeply.
And just because I cherish you as a person
Doesn’t mean I cherish you as a lover.
I’m so sorry
We don’t get each other
I’m so sorry you think you get me
And I’m so sorry my heart doesn’t see you for the wondrous being you are
It doesn’t have eyes
Only feelings
And every decision it makes
Is made on the basis of how deeply you move it.
And quite frankly, honey, you ain’t been doin’ no heavy liftin' lately.
And I don’t wanna say I told you so
But I told you so.
When I said, I’m not whole right now
I can only offer you pieces
What I meant was
I’m not whole right now
I can only offer you pieces.
One pieces for you
One piece for her
One piece for him
And Three for myself
Because mama doesn’t want to sleep alone tonight
Or feel so empty.
See, back when boys were still wrapped in cellophane, untouched
By innocent and curious hands
And feelings just went as far as crushes
I used to imagine curling up next to someone just like you
One who would look at me just like you do
And wrap me in the warmth of a heartbeat with steady hands, just the like try to
But nowadays I’d rather go home with a little more of me and little less of you.
And curl up next to cold sheets that get colder with each echoed
I love you and colder still with each one that went unsaid
But truth be told,
Baby, I like the cold
So my advice to you
Is don’t go around trustin’ strangers
With your most precious pieces
Do some research before you go layin’ claim
And from now on, sweetheart, I will do the same
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