The Pugilist

Oh I'm sorry I broke itNever forgive meYour love is the hopelessLight that I needTo remind me I'm livingAnd that I still need itYou pulled me togetherWith blood and soft stitchesYou're proof that I'm breathingAnd that I still needTo be loved and to hear youWhisper to me

You're enoughYou're enoughYou're enough

Well I'm a self-centered writerLoving myself to sinStay away from meDon't find a way to get inI care only for art and careerSo scared of death that I try to leave part of me hereI am lonelyLonely in the fact that I need to be lovedAnd told I am deserving

We let us be, just to be

Isn't that all we should needWe needWe should need

But the truth is I need youTo tell me I'm worthyOf all this great livingThat I've been doingAnd I'm sick of the silenceGreets me when I go to bedAnd the waking in a cold sweatAfter all I'm an artistAnd I've still got songs in me yetAnd I'm frightenedFrightened to death you'll forgetDon't forgetDon't forget me

I guess that's the mostHonest thing I've written yetSo here goesForgive me I'll sing it againDon't forgetDon't forget me

Don't forget me...

Don't forgetDon't forgetDon't forget

I still have art in me yet