I know I'm not the one that you hoped for,
To kick open your door / steal you into the night.
These hands were always empty.
These sleeves were once full of bright, and shiny things you love.
I'm no good at these jokes, and you're too pretty to not be laughing.
Do you mind that I still wait by the ringside?
I was tangled in the branches.
Saw you treading in the water.
You never asked to be held down,
You only asked to be held when your bed felt a little too cold.
I don't mind your mistakes, I hope you don't mind my excuses.
Do you mind that I still wait?
I know I'm not the one you wished for.
I always slip between the ropes.
Love; it distracts me, it destroys me.
Still, I wait by the ringside.