My heart has been gathering dust on a shelf, unfortunately
Beside a box of condoms that I use more frequently
Man-slut, gigolo, fuckboy if you will
It’s not death, but tomorrow that we part until
But tomorrow sometimes comes in the dead of night
And I’ve never even seen your face in the daylight
Gathered my things, crept out, disappeared
And spared my heart of all the things I’ve feared
Compartmentalization, emotional detachment
It’s much safer than real love and attachment
But I’m pretty good in bed, haven’t you heard my reviews?
I know exactly which parts to be used and to use
But my heart, it sits safe and protected
In a ribcage on a shelf where it can’t be rejected
To open up, be vulnerable, to be honest and real
I can’t even remember how that might feel
It’s been so long there’s such a thick layer of dust
Compounded by disuse, misuse and mistrust
To unlock the cage and set this heart free
I have no assurance that it would be given back to me
If I put it willingly on the chopping block of life
Would it be bartered, taken whole, or diced with a knife
Would it be able to love, is that muscle still strong
Or has it withered away, since it’s been so long
I want to feel butterflies, excitement, and nerves
I’d like my heart to be with another it deserves
But without its armor, its cage, its protection
It could be damaged by loss or rejection
It’s much safer to lock it away on a shelf
But I’m also tired of waking up by myself
There’s only one way to really set it free
Willingly give it to someone and then wait and see
But vulnerability and patience are uncomfortable and weird
And have historically been things to be feared
I’m scared and unsure if I really want to grow
But I know that I want my true feelings to show
I want to listen and care and be kind and share
Is my future partner somewhere out there
I don’t know where to go, what to say, what to do
But I’d like to share my heart with someone like you