The Contours

Lies and vanity My worst got the best of me It appears that I've lost everything Red wine Tangled teeth Having a hard time putting words on things Not sure I'll ever get over contours Of a shyness that never sleeps Or the pain that took them from me I'm in therapy She's in therapy Turns out all the answers Are just questions For next week's sessions Not sure I'll ever get over contours Of a shyness that never sleeps Or the pain that brought you back to me Do you mind if I stare Or if I put my hands here? Can I call you mine For one more night?