My teenage heart once beat for a boy
With a Bulls cap turned to the side
His sepia skin and his night-ocean eyes
Used to flood every shore of my mind
It's true that he shaped me
In ways I'm still learning – as if I were made of clay
And it's true we are healing, healing then breaking
Fragile as memory and made of who we love
Now I find myself moving steady on an island
With the one I married by my side
And our roots seem to deepen
With each day that passes
He's my favourite way to spend my time
It's true that he shaped me
In ways I'm still learning – as if I were made of wood
And it's true we are growing, growing then failing
Fragile as humans and made of who we love
My older self knows one day he won't be with me
There's an order to life should it obey
And I'm daily reminded by those who left early
To always find the time to say
It's true that you shaped me
In ways I'm still learning – as if I were made of you
And it's true we are living, living then dying
Fragile as humans and made of who we love
