"Yours"
I would scale the gates of hell
if it brought more time with you.
I can't help that you're the waking thought
that carries all day through.
You've never masked the truth from me
about the way you do not feel.
I don't think you'll be surprised to know
when before your feet I kneel.
You'd never ask me,
and you'd never want me.
But it doesn't change the fact;
you've unlocked my heart's sleeping doors.
You'll never seek me,
You'll never need.
And in our play's second act
you'll add me to your list of chores.
Without pride or reservation,
without a moment's hesitation,
I get wrapped up in the corners of your smile.
And we're only here together for a while.
Raise you eyebrow.
I'll ask for more.
Lower your walls.
Consider me yours.
Lyrics by Brown
Music by Spraggins
