Maybe the ending badly is a symptom of starting badly
Life is short and I’m so quick to love
Someday a big heart’s going to value a heart
That opens so wide in front of them

Some loves are like taxis
They take you there
Then drop you off once you’ve paid the fare
And you wonder what the driver’s going to do
In the lifetime they’ll spend apart from you

And in swimming through a sea of bodies
Rare are shells that turn your head
On a midsummer night
Under the moon
When all you want is a heart to walk with yours

They’ve scattered like mice
And new moths to the light
Are drawn by the fire
I’ve stoked from within

God bless the women
Who purge the world’s pain
Through their bodies and tears
Holding men’s hearts until the beating stops