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.