You say your heart is like a library book
To love is to trust he'll bring it back
If I go and take it home for good
Would you be okay with that
Would you be okay with that

The mind is a fine place to hide
She will show you what you hope to find
I have seen a century of life
Our first fight, our first time

I would bleed just like the ink
If it put your hands on me
How I wish I never fell
It's hell sitting on a shelf

When your heart is like a library book
Pages torn by those who wanted parts
I look at her and wonder how one could
Want a piece not everything

I would bleed just like the ink
If it put her next to me
I wish that I could help myself
'Cause it's hell sitting on a shelf

If your heart is like a library book
I'll await the day he takes it back
But if he's gone and took it home for good
I will have to be okay with that