Heart in a Box

I left my heart in a box on the last train home

And the pain that I felt inside was like the Sistine Dome

I had a dream I caused a scene upon a public bus

And I feared for what's left of my pride you'd see my self disgust

But I guess

That I'm blessed with you

And I should stress

That I'm less

Without you

I'm ashamed that my brain is in flames for the love I crave

I'm not proud to come out and announce that I'm fickle fake

I can see what you think

I can hear what you feel

But I speak the truth and it pains me to say

That I guess

That I'm blessed with you

And I should stress

That I'm less

Without you

Without you

Without you

Without you