RECKLESS
Born with weakness in the knees, a murmur in the heart, fits of restless feet. They took - tore, they shook their sleeves. But we found love, in the holes, in every piece. And that won’t fade, though it may change from the way we knew it to be.
Bone deep. It shakes us in our sleep. Speak what we aloud to steep. Will all the yelling bring us peace? And will this fade? Oh, let this change. This is not the way it was supposed to be.
We were reckless with these hearts of ours.
But I do not regret every stone and every step. Though painted, it was clipped. And, dear, oh I am sorry. And this won’t change back to the way we knew it to be.
We were reckless with your heart and mine.
Though this won’t change, I will not fade away.
(another poorly recorded sketch for your listening pleasure)
