I got a needle, been sewing all night,
trying to fix what don’t fit right.
You’ve got a heart about halfway torn,
hole in the middle and the edges worn.

When I reach out for your hand,
all I get is a ragged strand,
and if I gave you everything,
you’d leave me hanging by a string.

Some other lover tore you up,
ran you ragged, loved you rough,
trust in tatters, faith all frayed,
sure your love will be betrayed.

I got a needle and I got thread,
but I can’t get inside your head,
and if I wanna leave then I got the right,
but I got a needle and I’m sewing all night.

You’ve got a thread that runs through me,
thin enough that I can’t see.
Strong enough I can’t break free,
long enough that I’m lonely.

It takes two to patch things up
make it whole where holes are cut,
stitch together threadbare hearts,
make a new love from old parts.

I got a needle, been sewing all night.
Trying to fix what don’t fit right.
You’ve got a heart about halfway torn,
hole in the middle and the edges worn.

Copyright (c) Lizzy Ross 2010