worn

I am well-worn Well-loved, thoroughly felt In a second-hand store I sit on the lowest shelf I've been patched up Corduroy and silk, denim and yarn I've been sewn shut Shaking hands healed my bleeding scars And I will wait for the perfect arms to hold me when I feel small Just because I was already loved doesn't mean I can't be loved at all I've seen the world Bedrooms and farms, forests and cities of light I've held the world Held her close as she held me tight And I will wait for the perfect arms to catch me when I fall Just because I was already loved doesn't mean I can't be loved at all I'll always remember the sound of the rain I'll always remember the song of her pain Her tears stain my faux fur, her laughter possesses me Another life waits to bring me to my knees In a second-hand store I am noticed, I am seen And just like before These new arms fit perfectly And I will wait for the perfect arms to run with down the hall Just because I was already loved doesn't mean I can't be loved at all And I will wait for the perfect heart to become the perfect friend Just because I was already loved doesn't mean I can't be loved again