one day they'll put us both in a box.

i'll be neatly kept and you won't look so well,

but that's just because you put us both through hell.

"what do you see in me Jenn?"

i see what can only be seen if you're looking with your eyes closed.

i love the way you smile with your eyes.

i love the way you talk with your body.

"i'm no different, i'm no different Jenn."

of course you're not different, you are you.

i like you.

why would you want to be different?

who's different anyways?

i love you.

with your bruised ego, emotional baggage, broken soul, and all.

i have band-aids.

i'll help you unpack.

i'll glue you together.

but you have to let yourself be loved.

you have to let yourself be loved.

because one day they'll put us both in a box.

and when i'm done with you...

you'll be neatly kept and i probably won't look so well.

i won't look so well,

and that's just because you put me through hell.