Me and My Lovers

I am simple, I am honestly bland I am the leader of a few good men I am buried in another's yoke I am calm, only my failures make me choke My retribution for my sin was to hand Handing over all my lover's intent A man of work has no time to share His heart embossed on his calloused feet and hands and hair If not your place to speak, then don't waste your voice It's not your right to ask, and hell, it's not your choice If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here There's things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone I found comfort on the page of a psalm Close your mouth boy, just hum along I was born in that reproach Don't speak hate, so I spoke with yes and no's I loved the way the children always ask why Call and return, maybe to pass the time So I was wrong in my approach Be a child for as far as you can go If not your place to speak, then don't waste your voice It's not your right to ask, and hell, it's not your choice If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here There's things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone Nothing is sweeter than the fruit that holds tight Tight through the wind and all the creatures at night But I love the fallen seeds Premature and always in some kind of need I told you nothing was safe My plans to stay and behave They're all just tentative Don't be, don't be so damn sensitive And when you ask me to stay Pleading hearts tend to stray This plan is my hateful heart I was born this way, I'm not just playing a part If not your place to speak, then don't waste your voice It's not your right to ask, and hell, it's not your choice If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here There's things you cannot see and things I will never be for anyone Things I can never be for anyone Things I can never be for anyone