Ever Yours

I'm a couple weeks past thinking straight I'm counting up all my mistakes And maybe they were yours I put a lot on the line But I don't think I wasted time Because everyday was new But now one question comes to mind I don't care if you were mine But was I ever yours? I'm not ashamed of how I tried I held you close with all the might I did not have and you just laughed And then you said you needed space Funny how you had set the pace And I just went along For so long But now one question comes to mine I don't care if you were mine But was I ever yours? Or was I just a body? Was I just a body? Was I just a body? Was it just convenient to hold someone again? Were my arms more important then my head? Was I just a body to fill your bed?