Me and My Lovers

I am simple, I am honestly bland

I am the leader of a few good men

I am buried in another's yoke

I am calm, only my failures make me choke

My retribution for my sin was to hand

Handing over all my lover's intent

A man of work has no time to share

His heart embossed on his calloused feet and hands and hair

If not your place to speak, then don't waste your voice

It's not your right to ask, and hell, it's not your choice

If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here

There's things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone

I found comfort on the page of a psalm

Close your mouth boy, just hum along

I was born in that reproach

Don't speak hate, so I spoke with yes and no's

I loved the way the children always ask why

Call and return, maybe to pass the time

So I was wrong in my approach

Be a child for as far as you can go

If not your place to speak, then don't waste your voice

It's not your right to ask, and hell, it's not your choice

If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here

There's things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone

Nothing is sweeter than the fruit that holds tight

Tight through the wind and all the creatures at night

But I love the fallen seeds

Premature and always in some kind of need

I told you nothing was safe

My plans to stay and behave

They're all just tentative

Don't be, don't be so damn sensitive

And when you ask me to stay

Pleading hearts tend to stray

This plan is my hateful heart

I was born this way, I'm not just playing a part

If not your place to speak, then don't waste your voice

It's not your right to ask, and hell, it's not your choice

If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here

There's things you cannot see and things I will never be for anyone

Things I can never be for anyone

Things I can never be for anyone