Thorn in my Finger

The thorn in my finger

Has left itself in my hand

And if she’s gone forever

I hope you’ll understand

That I miss her

And even though she never was

What I wish I could’ve had

And though I am defeated

Just know that I’m not mad

I just miss her

The thorn has reached my vein

I don’t know why it continues to sink

Deep with my skin

And now makes my brain wander and think

Why do I miss her?

I know that I've known many things

That no one has before

About the way she moves and dreams

And that’s what made us more

That’s why I miss her

But maybe someday soon

Somewhere

The thorn will return

To take itself away

Now if she goes out on the town

Celebrating in the streets

Making friends or lovers out of

Every man she meets

Would one of them be me?

And if she needs to find a place

To figure who she is

And if she needs to find a man

To make love with and kiss

I hope it’s not me

Because the thorn is a thorn

And is not a sharpened knife

And it wasn't by intention

And it was never thought twice

That’s why it was for me

There’s a thorn in my finger

Like there’s a flower in her hair

And the next time that I see her

I’ll give her back the feelings

That we shared

Maybe someday soon

Somewhere

The flower will bloom

Someplace else