What Kind of Man

Won't you lay to rest

All of my old and graying doubt

Just kill or fulfill

My lonesome reverie, won't you please?

Oh, please

I'm sure all it would take

Is one moment aside from what feels safe

Your sovereign kiss

Would fell every last lone garrison

Within us

What kind of man am I

To beg she take action on what I hide

Drew some pocket hearts

But trusting in my hand's burned me before

Fuck the phrase "man up"

But I need strength to bear this sensitive heart

Of mine

Cards close to my chest

In place of where her pretty head might rest

How can I make my play

Could she read it in my yearning eyes

When the time comes

Just what kind of man

Is too afraid to show his good hand

One day, she'll see

The man behind these words set himself free

Lord, who might know me well

Put a good word in with her

And with hell

Some days I know I'm good

Others have me considering

Things I should or should not have done

How long can I wait

Before the darkness that I keep her in

Is a sin

Heaven, testify

What kind of man am I?

Heaven, testify

What kind of man am I?