The Book

I found our story on a dusty shelf

A tale I used to tell myself

The early chapters, bright and bold

A narrative I thought was solid gold

But then the plot, it went astray

The ink ran out and faded into gray

And I can't pretend, I can't ignore

The missing pages at the very core

I'm trying to write a better end

But I keep scribbling out the words again

Cause I am just a man, who's learning how to read

This book of my own heart, a tangled, desperate need

And every line I write is just a raft upon the sea

A message in a bottle, trying to get back to me

So read between the lines, and see the man I want to be

I'm still a working draft, but turn the page for me

Your love's a bookmark, holding fast

To all the good we knew that passed

A highlighted line, a perfect phrase

That still can cut through all the hazy days

The spine is cracked, the cover's worn

But God, the story's worth being reborn

And I can't pretend, I won't ignore

This chance to write a little more

I'm picking up the pen again

To write me back into your heart, my friend

Cause I am just a man, who's learning how to read

This book of my own heart, a tangled, desperate need

And every line I write is just a raft upon the sea

A message in a bottle, trying to get back to me

So read between the lines, and see the man I want to be

I'm still a working draft, but turn the page for me

I'm not the hero in this tale

I'm the one who set the ship to sail

But in your eyes, I see the shore

A final chapter worth fighting for

Cause I am just a man, who's learning how to read

This book of my own heart, a tangled, desperate need

And every line I write is just a raft upon the sea

A message in a bottle, trying to get back to me

So read between the lines, and see the man I want to be

I'm still a working draft, but turn the page for me

Turn the page for me