This bond

They gave me eyes to see the sun with,
But the burning, is getting old to me.
When you're standing at my door,
Saying you want everyone but also me,
It's when I use these eyes to see.
You're frame,
On me making me tame,
You in the kitchen, calling my name,
Pouring me a double, in our bubble,
Lovely dysfunctional,
My territory is yours to claim.
And you go out in the rain.
They gave me ears to hear the prayers with,
A thousand chiming voices.
But I don't use them as much as I do my fist,
Scattered across the country with no-named choices.
But when you look at me and say something, so clear,
It is then I use these ears to hear.
You're height,
Covering the horizon from my sight,
You in the kitchen, calling my name,
Pouring me a double, in our bubble,
Lovely dysfunctional,
My palm is home, my palm is home,
Tell boys we're alone.