I slam the door upon your thumb. What's unbecoming I become.
And so with each and every awkward kiss, I pray a silent prayer that this
can't be as stupid as it looks. And if we're both on tenterhooks
again, can we be tender even then?

You trusted me with something true. Maybe that's not so smart to do.
So if I hurt you now and make you bleed, my sullen face is guaranteed
to be as stupid as it looks. And if we're both on tenterhooks
again, can we be tender even then?

One and one is two in some arithmetic.
That addition feels like some cheap parlor trick,
so as I sweep the glitter up again - I can be tender.

Now I have faith that blood congeals, and if the blister breaks, it heals.
So darling, even if you disagree, I found out inadvertently
it's not as stupid as it looks. And if we're both on tenterhooks
again, can we be tender even then?