Begrudgery, contented ease, hypothetically deceived. Can you come to me in the morning? And fill my wholeness complete and peel my smile back off the street. And we say, I'm not changing, we've given up, strangers. I'm not alone as you are free to hide. I'm sick of the pain as we're over and dated. too many simple pleasures left far behind. selfishly, independently, knowingly naive. Will you brush my hair at bedtime and bare my soul in your trust? Better to love and to have lost....