SECOND HAND HEART

SECOND-HAND HEART

I’ve been singin’ to the ceiling like it might sing back,

Got a playlist full of memories I’m scared to unpack.

Every time you say you miss me, I just change the tone,

’Cause the last one that I trusted turned my chest to stone.

I’ve got flowers on my windowsill that never see the sun,

Kinda like the way I love—always halfway done.

You ask, “Why you always distant when I’m right right here?”

I just laugh it off and blame the day, not the fear.

You don’t know the wars I fight under quiet skin,

Every time you call it love, I just brace for when it ends.

I would give you all my love, but I spent it on a ghost,

Left it shaking on the floor with the one that hurt the most.

I would hold you through the night till the daylight cuts in two,

But my arms are full of damage and I’m scared of breaking you.

I would sing you something soft, something beautiful and new,

But every melody I write still bleeds their name in blue.

So I’m standing in the doorway with this second-hand heart,

Wishing I could tear it out and hand you a brand new start.

You say, “I’m not like the others, I won’t walk away.”

But they all said that same line in a different way.

I’ve been used to being left right when I let go,

So I hold you at a distance just in case you’re one of those.

I’m not scared of bein’ lonely—I’ve been friends with that,

Empty bed, cold phone, I know my way back.

What I’m scared of is you seein’ all the cracks in my chest,

Turnin’ “I’ll be here forever” to “I wish you the best.”

You deserve a softer soul than this chipped-up piece of mine,

I’m still sweepin’ up the edges from the ones I left behind.

I would give you all my love, but I spent it on a ghost,

Left it shaking on the floor with the one that hurt the most.

I would hold you through the night till the daylight cuts in two,

But my arms are full of damage and I’m scared of breaking you.

I would sing you something soft, something

So I’m standing in the doorway with this second-hand heart,

Wishing I could tear it out and hand you a brand new start.

Maybe if you stay a while, I’ll remember how to feel,

Maybe if you say my name, something frozen starts to heal.

But if I flinch when you get close, don’t take it as a sign,

That I don’t want you—

I’m just scared you’ll change your mind.

I will try to give you love, even haunted by this ghost,

Clean the corners of my chest that I hated the most.

If you hold me when I shake and my past comes bleeding through,

Maybe I can grow new arms that were only made for you.

’Cause I’m tired of empty rooms and this second-hand heart,

If you’re patient with the cracks, we could build a brand new start.

If I push you back a little when you’re reaching for my scars…

Just know I’m not rejecting you—

I’m just scared of how deep you are.