You've got a lot of problems I know I've got a lot of fear in my heart I'm frozen while I'm watching you go Knocking on your door, asking "can we restart?" And maybe it's an issue I'll fix Or maybe it's a permanent scar But every time I hear the word "beauty" I picture your hands when you're turning your car And I know that I say this too much But dammit this shit isn't fair You were the taste of my toothbrush I had you each morning and night I was there You were the notes on my staff You fit like a glove on my hand You are the smile on my face You are the beach to my sand You make me complete, you made me complete, now I feel defeated You make me complete, you made me complete, now I feel defeated You make me complete, you made me complete, now I feel defeated You made me complete, you made me complete