Damaged Goods

"You know that hope you're holding to? It looks an awful lot like fear.
Now, you're so quick to fall on failure, and so quick to raise your voice, like, 
'If I can't find a mistake to blame, we didn't have a choice.'
Oh, but you had option.
I was your chance to feel complete, 
But when I leaned in close to you, you
Kissed your fear instead of me.


You had my hand in your hand, 

You had my lip in your teeth, 

You had my heart on your sleeve, 

You had a chance to breathe.

But, boy, you wouldn't let your fear recede so I moved on.
And it's too late to change your mind now, 
You got scared, boy, and I got gone."