Baggage Claim?

I think you have my heart
cause i need it.
Send it down the carousel,
and I'll attempt to reach it.
Living in the Lion's Den
requires my father to feed from it.
I live in hell
every single solitary day
and yet,
you make me smile whenever you're there.
Do you want money?
Cause I'll pay the fare.
Are you just not open?
Cause there's no dunce hat
that I'll wear.
I will not feel stupid
for wanting to try
but you make me wary
of even why I would.
I shoulda,
coulda,
woulda;
My life's full of maybes,
frozen forget-me-nots.
I don't need a solid answer
You don't have to tie yourself down.
No one likes a Debbie Downer,
Why do you think I'm still around?
When we talk, you look at my face.
Not my feet,
not your feet,
not your in-comprehensible homework.
I wish I could live in the world
where you'd always hold my hand.
And lunches and other
cordial meals
would be spent under the tree where we'd sigh.
Where I was scared.
I'd be scared always of you
if you'd really want me to.
I think you have my heart
cause I need it.
It's poisioned,
gang-green
and I need to feed it.
Send it down the carousel,
and I'll attempt to reach it.
My papa will preach otherwise
and go on a tear.
For when he is hungry,
my heart must be there.

xx