Man in Waiting

If these aren't the walls to hold us Let me loose If charm and features aren't in my company A thought won't do It wasn't me Yet they carved out pieces of my flesh to fit into If it isn't you Please make room I have no heart to share No bated breath to bare Let him pass through Give me no angst, no grief Love what it is Love not me Borrowed men are weight less no spine no mind no chest no depth of breadth I never did the deed but I can't convince even me that I'm not guilty You rub your red all over me Should've said less words less kind less here never appeared I don't get to be innocent to not have known that love should be limited that the lines are delicate Too amiably affectionate I get to be free no joyrides under my light no show of company step aside step aside Let my first lover come through Pass the wastelands by No lies will be true