Ever Yours

I'm a couple weeks past thinking straight
I'm counting up all my mistakes
And maybe they were yours
I put a lot on the line
But I don't think I wasted time
Because everyday was new

But now one question comes to mind
I don't care if you were mine
But was I ever yours?

I'm not ashamed of how I tried
I held you close with all the might
I did not have and you just laughed
And then you said you needed space
Funny how you had set the pace
And I just went along
For so long

But now one question comes to mine
I don't care if you were mine
But was I ever yours?

Or was I just a body?
Was I just a body?
Was I just a body?

Was it just convenient to hold someone again?
Were my arms more important then my head?
Was I just a body to fill your bed?