Geting There

Take my heart and make it new.
Teach it to trust in you.
You see, she's been through flames,
put through shame,
done some reckless things
I'd rather not claim.

So forgive me when I hesitate
to hand her to you.

I've had to stitch and pick her up time and time again.

So yes, I confess.

I'm a bit protective of her.
I'm sorry.
That's not all of me.
I would really like to be free.

I'm getting there.
I'm just scared.

Cause your hands look like vaults
and I know they won't drop me.

The one thing that's scary,
that stands in the way.
You make me happy.
I don't know if I could fix her again
if that was taken away.