I gave you half of my heart,
And tucked the other half in the back pocket of my favorite jeans,
But you said it wasn’t enough,
And I was scared,
And I left.

But you said that you loved me,
That you always would,
And I believed you,
And I missed you.

So, I went back,
But you were gone,
Out west, so they said,
I was alone and upset,
And I left.

I fell in like with someone else,
And I tried to give them my halved heart,
But they simply ripped it a little,
And I missed you.

I went out west,
And I looked around,
And I saw you in a coffee shop with him,
Laughing and looking happy,
And I left.

I wandered around for a long time,
And my heart became more battered
And bruised,
And I missed you.

But I couldn’t stand it,
And I went back to find you,
And when I did, I gave you the rest of my little heart and said,
It’s tattered and worn, but if you take it I can promise that,
I won’t leave.