Songs I Write | VIII

Yours To Give

My faults and fixes
Tantrums and ticks
It was all I'd give to you
My fun and friendly
My done and deadly
Was all I'd live to do

If I'd made peace with the situation at hand
Tell me, would you respect that enough to come back?

I gave my whole life to you
So it was yours to give away
I ached my heart for littlest
'Cause it was you who saved it anyway
I gave my whole life to you
So it was yours to give away
I ached my heart for littlest
'Cause it was you who saved it anyway

My dreams and desires
My matches and fires
All that I would have amended happily
My motives were true
My motives were you
And all that you could say is the reality

I gave my whole life to you
So it was yours to give away
I ached my heart for littlest
'Cause it was you who saved it anyway
I gave my whole life to you
So it was yours to give away
I ached my heart for littlest
'Cause it was you who saved it anyway

If I'd made peace with the situation
Tell me, would you respect that enough to have the revelation?
To keep us under strict consideration
And disregard numerous reservations
To restore our lives in colouration
I would be so patient