There is always the possibility
that you were just pretending
when we sat talking over a beer.
It keeps getting harder to deny
that I would let you decide what's real
and that I would accept anything you tell me.
But you can't hide the truth
that your body is something I understand
and your heart something that I know better
than you yourself.
You were the one who taught me that jumping is easy,
and I showed you that falling is fun.
I am living proof that you can survive a broken heart,
and I'm willing to try again,
so why don't we give this a chance?
I'll hold out my hand,
and all you have to do is...