I wanted to know you and love you right,
take your hand, and be a man,
and you’d be my wife.
I wanted to see ya everyday,
buy you flowers, and say the things
people say when they’re in love.
But that notion is gone, from me.
I remember a day in mid-July
and driving home and thinking
about how I wanted to die.
With a broken heart and broken hands,
broken feet not meant to walk the land
towards any other girl