I'm still me even though you occupied me.
If I were just like you, I wouldn't be anybody.
I was living unrelieved
until you assured me of my need.
You came right through me and
I opened up to absorb it
when I thought you were so solar
you could send me into orbit.
I feel open sometimes
and priceless for my space;
but too many times
nothing takes its place.
In the darkness of your room,
I was sewn and folded to sleep.
I dreamed of heaven but
you woke me up far below it.
You were shiny buttons,
I was buttonholes
and now I know it.
I feel open sometimes
and priceless for my space;
but too many times
nothing takes its place.
I'm still me even though you occupied me.
If I were just like you, I wouldn't be anybody.
I would not be.
words and music by Leslie Dean