The Pugilist

Oh I'm sorry I broke it

Never forgive me

Your love is the hopeless

Light that I need

To remind me I'm living

And that I still need it

You pulled me together

With blood and soft stitches

You're proof that I'm breathing

And that I still need

To be loved and to hear you

Whisper to me

You're enough

You're enough

You're enough

Well I'm a self-centered writer

Loving myself to sin

Stay away from me

Don't find a way to get in

I care only for art and career

So scared of death that I try to leave part of me here

I am lonely

Lonely in the fact that I need to be loved

And told I am deserving

We let us be, just to be

Isn't that all we should need

We need

We should need

But the truth is I need you

To tell me I'm worthy

Of all this great living

That I've been doing

And I'm sick of the silence

Greets me when I go to bed

And the waking in a cold sweat

After all I'm an artist

And I've still got songs in me yet

And I'm frightened

Frightened to death you'll forget

Don't forget

Don't forget me

I guess that's the most

Honest thing I've written yet

So here goes

Forgive me, I'll sing it again

Don't forget

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget me

Don't forget

Don't forget

Don't forget

Don't forget

I still have art in me yet