chapter six: a song

If energy can't be
created or destroyed
then I must have bought or bartered for more of me
when you needed me

If people can't be
pressed to change
then I must have lost myself to find your way
when you asked me to stay.

It seemed to make sense
when I was yours and you were mine.
Oh, were you mine?
I was yours, I know for sure.
It seemed to make sense
when I could read your mind and that's how we got by.
Or I was just believing
my own the whole time.

If energy can't be
created or destroyed
then I must have been taking an advance
on what you'd take from me
when you left.
I had so much less
after you left.

It seemed to make sense
when I was yours and you were mine.
Oh, were you mine?
I was yours, I know for sure.
It seemed to make sense
when I could read your mind and that's how we got by.
Or I was just believing
maybe I was just believing
my heart, my heart, my heart
my own heart
the whole time.