Shaper

Darling can I take you home?
Your knees are shaking now,
and I can read through that look in your eyes.

Your sallow skin says sleepless nights
and a forced curve in your lips says you don't want to fight.
And I admit that I agree.
And the use of words is worthless.

Why do you pour to sink faster?
Why do you walk until toes are tattered?
And if your legs don't fit in your arms,
should you reach out?

My conscience is lost
And your hopes have died.
In the absence of reason it's hard to abide.
Give me a reason to call.
Give me a reason to shape the pieces.
And the use of words is worthless.

I would love to say this is not my fault.
I'd be lying if I said this is not my fault.