One For Your Checklist Sir Daniel

I built myself up
So you wouldn’t break yourself down
I steered clear of my failure
And you gave into fear

All I ever really wanted
All I ever really wanted
Was to love you
And make your heart pure

All I ever really needed
All I ever really needed
Was your love
So my heart could be pure

You brought out the best in me Sir Daniel
Don’t take this to heart
But I think this is where
We curse
And fall apart

All we ever really were
All we ever really were
Was perfect
Our hearts so pure
And eyes full of hope
But lungs of smoke

If you find dissatisfaction in being the Duke of Whittington
Sir Daniel
If you find dissatisfaction in the mending of your heart
You can borrow mine
You can borrow mine
After all it’s quite pure

Don’t look at me like this Sir Daniel
Or I might just fall apart
And add a failure to my empty checklist
A failure to my empty checklist
Damn it my empty check list