Bandage

You wrap your arms around me baby,
And start to whisper in my ear,
You hold me tighter than you have to
And say the words I long to hear.

And holding on tighter than I should be,
I start to believe the words you say,
Well, I know I should be thinking with my head now
But my heart (and other things) get in the way.

And I know that I'm your substitute for something
I don't care 'cause it feels good just to be here,
I hope that time might mend this wound that makes me your bandage,
And you'll decide that you still want me here.


Hold me just a little bit longer,
Pretend I'm who you want, not what you need,
Don't pay attention to this new wound we're creating
For you won't see it when my soul begins to bleed.

And I know that I'm your substitute for something.
And I don't care 'cause it feels good just to be here,
I hope that time might mend this wound that makes me your bandage,
And you'll decide that you still want me here.....




copyright Heather Johnson, 2000.