Object No More

You only tell me you love me with a
Mirror in the room, looking in your eyes,
You count the seconds until I leave
Pupils on the door, waiting for your break,
You only wanted me for one thing
Discretion roped and tied, intentions on the floor,
But that one thing’s what broke the horse
My conscience is racked, soul swelling to burst

I was a tool, a toy, an instrument,
A mindless, meaningless, implement,
I was your object and your excuse,
Just your physical excitement.

The glass finally shattered,
It can only bend so far.
For once I kind of mattered
But now it’s just, “Who are
You?” and “What are you doing
Here in this gratuitous mess?”
“Well, you know about as well as I do!”
I typically confess.

I was a tool, a toy, an instrument,
A mindless, meaningless, implement,
I was your object and your excuse,
Just your physical excitement.

Left alone, abandoned, uncared for or loved,
Inconsolable emotional wreck, thereof.
Then she came along,
And she lifts me up…
Yeah, she lifts me up…
She carry me higher than I knew I could go
To the apex of hope, and we’ll never plateau

I was a tool, a toy, an instrument,
A mindless, meaningless, implement,
I was your object and your excuse,
Just your physical excitement.

But now, I’m carried much higher,
To the apex of desire,
By an angel from Heaven
Sent to break that devil’s mire