No Please My heart is so tired from worrying from the weight of knowing how much you are loved by me The warmth of your arms holding me up crumpled on your shirt teenage angst made into dignified tears by your warmth Your eyes are always searching for the sunlight in the morning moustache and recycled tea bags lyrics studied like a lazy prayer You are/were always propping me up You are/were always reflecting light until I shone You are/were always inventing hope from headlines You are/were always the model of a believer To know you are loved is to be loved by you I see the way the little ones look to you you are their sanctuary as you were mine To know you are loved is to be loved by you Please No