I've been staving off this sinking feeling in my stomach for days,
convinced myself that it was for the best, postponing this craze.
But stifling all my regret caused it to come to a boil,
if I could just go back in time I could avoid this turmoil.

You dwell within my heart so deeply and I hold you up so high,
I often times forget you're just a human, no different than I.
You are flesh and blood and fingernails scraped aross my chest,
but in my eyes you are an angel deserving only of the best, no less.

I know my second guessing left you so unsatisfied,
I could see it all inside your eyes, the longing they implied.
If I had just two words to tell you what I want from you, I'd sigh,
"Another chance", then pull you close to me and in my bed we'd lie.