If I were your promise,
would you break me?
If I were your dream,
would you wake me?
If I were your life,
would you hate me
or would you live me each day?
If I were your door,
would you walk out?
If I were your more,
would you want less?
If I were your baggage,
would you leave me
or would you stay inside this mess?
If I were an hour,
would you drive me?
If I were a town,
would you come?
If I were your nothing,
would you...
still swear I was the one?
Ya know, I kinda feel like a promise,
and I sorta feel like a dream -
spoken then woken then broken...
and not as I seem.
I sometimes feel like a door,
and I surely feel like I'm less
when I truly know that I'm more
than just something to rest
my head up against
(my bed up against) -
to keep everything out
(to keep everything in)
as I quietly shout : : : : :
If I were your promise,
would you break me?
If I were your dream,
would you wake me?
If I were your life,
would you make me
something you'd hate in time?
Or would I be more
than your nothing -
something you could never define?
If I were your life,
would I be your life
in the way you're obviously mine?
