Turn Away From Me

It's just today How I feel Hugging you In bed As I lie Next to nothing From my knees I can only beg you more A man incomplete Am I lovely Am I all That you ever wanted Sometimes I'm ugly And sometimes You're not worth my filth Sometimes I know better And sometimes I don't Sundays are perfect For reflection Broken mirrors And less affection And I won't be here to see you But I know the truth is beneath you I'll play your strings I'll fall in season With the comfort Your voice brings I didn't allow it to end For the wonders of life Between you and I Tend to pend A vertical trust That horizontally mends