Half of You - Dessa

They say that your heart

Is the size of your fist

I can tell you first hand

I know how that glove fits

It takes your whole life just

To teach it two tricks:

It beats and it attacks

And in between is all of love

And loss, attraction

You live your life between contractions

And you and I we do just that

What if I could cure me of you?

Am I so sure which pill I’d choose?

Maybe I’m happier with half of you

Than I’d be with clean

But empty rooms

In the mess it’s made of us

There’s still so much to lose

The key I swallowed

The lock you picked

All these spinning bottles

And I’m still the mark you missed

We should be a settled argument

But I can’t do that

I can’t remove the screws

Of my own youth

Can’t just pull out all the

Fuses and start new

Can’t erase and can’t undo

My past with you

And I know it’s

It’s not the sort of thing you’re

Supposed to show if

You can you’re supposed

To try to let it go, you

Just shoulder what you can

And soldier through

I get this feeling

When I’m far away from home

That I don’t know

The girl I’d be if we’d

Left well enough alone

But what is well enough?

What is well enough alone?