Now Our Lives are no Surprises

i can feel your desperation so deeply
that it no longer takes words

and i can sense your trembling fingers
as you try to tie the fabrics of time

but your so quick to look away
when you see something you dont understand

you are a borrowed vessel
and you have yet to give yourself away

and you have so much love left inside you
but not a clue who to give it to

you think that i will come running back
but i can run into my own %^*%$ arms

has your heart become a nuisance?