Tell me I can hold you again 

The moment you wake up 

In the morning, tell me I 

Can read to you before bed

The stories of a tiger and his

Best friend. 

Tell me you still dream of me

That I mean everything and 

That this misunderstanding

Is just that, that my mistakes

didn’t mean the world, but

Were just an accident. 

Tell me you’re not leaving

That the bags you have been

Packing before we met will

Not leave, tell me your heart

Belongs here in my hands 

Not in the hearts of poor

African men. 

Tell me my heart cant rest

Because you will come back

That the cruel seas wont 

Sail you away from me, that

You are still reaching out

For my touch and we can 

Be one again. 

Tell me the train hasn’t 

Come to drive over my 

Already trampled body, 

Burdened by the knowledge

That finally hit me. 

Tell me this huge empty 

Feeling, the feeling of 

Being totally alone will

Go away and know that 

You can’t be anyone else

Without being us. 

Tell me that me screaming

From the opposite wall

Is working that if I am 

Loud enough you will hear

My hurt and bleed for me 

That my pain will not go

Unnoticed and my mistakes

Will not be the end of my 

Peace of mind. 

That the fragile heart will

Become strong again, that

If you feed it, I can be whole

Again, that my life will be

On track again, that my sin

Will no longer be who I am. 

Tall punk rock girls make me

Feel so small, dressed in big

Scary heels that spiked their

Way into my willingness to 

Go on, that the wings of the

Plane you just boarded will

Slice me in half. 

The second you stood away

I could never know what we

Really were, but now it makes

All the sense in the world, now

That you’re not here to enjoy

It with me and baby you were the

Best I wish I could have told

You that.