I stared at the things before me stereos, your leather jacket, my book of CDs and wondered how “I think I’m falling in love with you" led to the police warehouse of confiscation so that I could identify what you took from me
did you think you could steal a part of me?
did you think that possession
I tried so hard to make myself believe
I guess they caught you at a church maybe you can bruise me
but you’re the one |