Non-titled

Tell me everything is OK,
I'm a back pocket believer.
I won't tell until you
look me in the eyes.
Pull me in, take me out.
Keep my hand in yours,
keep the knot tied tight on the string
you have attached to the heart on my sleeve.
You can see everything,
but my lips remain locked.
I can taste the key behind my teeth,
but I can't cough these words up.

I want you, I need you.
Let me sing my soul to you.
Take me with you everywhere you go.
Every inch on the map
is a hundred miles we'll spend together,
the push-pins no longer necessary.
I'm everywhere I've ever wanted to be
when I'm with you.

But now you're leaving.
You say you'll only be this far away.
Point to new York,
a thousand miles.
10 inches on this battered map,
infinity on my battered heart.
If you're really that close,
reach out and grab my hand
before I fall away.
Pull me in, take me out with you.
Don't leave me behind.
But now you're leaving
and all I can say is...

I want you, I need you.
Let me sing to you one last time.
Take me with you everywhere you go.
Every inch on the map
is a hundred more miles I wish
we could've spent together.
But now my heart has holes in it
from the push-pins I won't need anymore.