You're gonna ruin me.
Did you hear me woman?
Whether it's over early coffee or late night beer.
I'll sit there my heart in your hands,
hands tethered to the glass,
memories fleeting and failing in the breeze,
watching the leaves and pretending,
what you're seeing is who I've been.

I've been keeping my heart in my sock lately,
between my heel and the sole of my dirty work boots,
kind of like a pendant or good luck charm.
I'll probably take it out to show you,
and most likely spill it on my sleeve.
You're gonna ruin me.

If you really ever loved me,
you would leave me to my misery.