I am still only the rehabilitation center for broken hearts.
The gardner, the farmer, the nurse, the healer, the girl that reminds you of your mother but you could never love me as much as her.
I am still the motel for the lonely, with insides made of playground for your inner child but not many children can face the dark alone, I know I couldn't.
I'll be your "call for a good time", but when the good times over I'll know to let myself out the front door and I promise I won't look back at you for sentimental value
I can help you fall out of love with me, if you let me, I'm really good at it, just fit some time into your schedule and I'll show you.
Don't you know I am the healer?
I'll plant this body into the soil and grow enough forget-me-nots into your flower patch of heart to make myself vanish, I can be your sunshine, but imagine more of a hazed over beach day, I can still burn you if you aren't careful.
If you let me I can make you whole again, whole enough to forget where you came from, my work is seamless, you can ask all of the people I don't speak to anymore.
My patchwork is impeccable and I know I can impress you, even if it's for a short time.
I can also do magic! I'm really good at making myself small to not scare you off too much, it's a trick I'm still working on but I know I'll perfect it someday soon.
I don't remember when I also became a mechanic, I'll fix you at no cost, but I promise you, it won't be enough for you to want me to fix me too.
I promise you it won't be enough for you to ask me to stay when the good time is over, so I'll keep letting myself out of the front door.
I am made up of hot air but that too comes in handy when you feel empty, I can keep you warm through the winter time, I know to be gone when the snow starts to melt.
I know when to go.
I won't be your Sunday candy or your messiah but I know I can stretch myself thin enough to keep you alive.
I know this isn't a make you an extra key kind of love, or an "I'm on my way home to you" kind of love but I'll always give you something for nothing.
For a heartbreakingly short good time, call me.