My mind cries
Of all the possibilities
Of you and I
And I might find
I might die
Because of this
And how kind
That I don't mind
I know I'm not much and I cannot be
More than what you need
From me
I dangle from a lead of my own longing
And I wish I could be free
Can you see
Can you see
Can you see
Can you see

You rely
On listening to eulogies
Do you even cry
And designed
You're inner twined
Never amiss
And I think
I'm misaligned
Soft to the touch not much more I can be
(More than what you need from me)
I dangle from a lead of my own longing
And I wish I could be free
Can you see
Can you see
Can you see