I can love you
But there are pieces missing
I can trust you
But maybe not all the way
You can look at me and not really see
My heart belongs to a million people
Some of them don't deserve it
But I want you to have the rest of it
I want you to take whatever is left of me and treat it like new.
I'll be your shitty beater that you wouldn't trade for a Ferrari
And you'll be my ripped up jeans I can't bring myself to throw away.