The Pugilist

Oh, I'm sorry I broke it Never forgive me Your love is the hopeless Light that I need To remind me I'm living And that I still need it You pulled me together With blood and soft stitches You're proof that I'm breathing And that I still need To be loved and to hear you Whisper to me "You're enough" You're enough You're enough Well, I'm a self-centered writer Loving myself to sin Stay away from me Don't find a way to get in I care only for art and career So scared of death That I try to leave a part of me here I am lonely Lonely in the fact that I need to be loved And told I am deserving We let us be, just to be Isn't that all we should need? We need We should need But the truth is, I need you To tell me I'm worthy Of all this great living That I've been doing And I'm sick of the silence Greets me when I go to bed And the waking in a cold sweat After all, I'm an artist And I've still got songs in me yet And I'm frightened Frightened to death you'll forget Don't forget Don't forget me I guess that's the most Honest thing I've written yet So here goes Forgive me, I'll sing it again Don't forget Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget me Don't forget Don't forget Don't forget Don't forget I still have art in me yet