Savannah, Abandoned
You can have my heart,
Stick it in a jar and call it a work of art,
I will give you my shoes,
They’re going free you've got nothing to lose,
And you can share my friends,
They’ll show you a life through a better lens,
But I cannot give you that.
I'll give you my fear,
I'm sure it'll find its way back through the mirror,
You can shave my hair
I'll grow it back, I really don't care,
And my keys, they're yours,
They do more than just open doors,
But I cannot give you that.
You can drive my car,
She's clocked 250 but always starts,
My fate's been found,
Pick it up at the market, a pound for a pound,
And I will do your time,
Just show me the prison and I'll get in line,
But I cannot give you that.
Move into my home,
And run up a bill on the phone,
Take a place at my table,
Peel the bottle off the label then tell a fable,
And you can have this tune,
I know it’s simple, I wrote it for you,
But I cannot give you that.