I'm a couple weeks past thinking straight I'm counting up all my mistakes And maybe they were yours I put a lot on the line But I don't think I wasted time Cause everyday was new But now one question comes to mind I don't care if you were mine But was I ever yours? I'm not ashamed of how I tried I held you close with all the might I did not have and you just left And then you said you needed space Funny how you had set that pace And I just went along For so long But now one question comes to mind I don't care if you were mine But was I ever yours? Or was I just a body? Was I just a body? Was I just a body? Was it just convinient to hold someone again? Were my arms more important than my head? Was I just a body to fill your bed?