The Contours

Lies and vanity
My worst got the best of me
It appears that I've lost everything
Red wine and tangled teeth
I'm having a hard time putting words on things
I'm not sure
I'll ever get over
The contours
Of a shyness that never sleeps
Or the pain that took them from me
I'm in therapy
She's in therapy
Turns out all the answers
Are just questions
For next week's sessions
I'm not sure
I'll ever get over
The contours
Of a shyness that never sleeps
Or the pain that brought you back to me
Do you mind if I stare?
Or if I put my hands here?
Can I call you mine
For one more night?