Halfway In

He wants you heart.
He has your mind.
He has your soul.
He wants to swallow you up whole.

He wants your home.
He has your house.
He has your car.
He has no clue just where you are.

He loves you all so much.
But he’s decided
To confide in me
To tell you
‘Cause he’s frail to the touch.
He can’t be here himself.
‘Cause he’s hiding in the wardrobe
With his shoulders on a hanger
And his head on the shelf.

He’s lost his voice.
He lost his guts.
He lost his mind.
He’d hoped you would be more than kind.

He’s lost his nerve.
He’s lost his faith.
He’s lost his feet.
His confidence is in retreat.

He’s gone away a while.
But he’s decided
To confide in me
To tell you
That you all make him smile.
He can’t be here tonight.
‘Cause he’s locked inside the cupboard
On his kneecaps in a shoebox
And his eyes glued to the light.

He’d like to be.
He’d like to shout.
He’d like to grin.
The dark has made him pale and thin.

He’d love to be here now.
But he’s a skeleton in the closet;
Just a memory in your pocket;
Just a photo in your locket.
Since you slammed the door
He doesn’t quite know how.
He doesn’t quite know how.