Me and My Lovers

I am simple, I am honestly bland
 I am the leader of a few good men
 I am buried in another's yoke
 I am calm, only my failures make me choke
 My retribution for my sin was to hand
 Handing over all my lover's intent
 A man of work has no time to share
 His heart embossed on his calloused feet and hands and hair
 If not your place to speak, then don't waste your voice
 It's not your right to ask, and hell, it's not your choice
 If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here
 There's things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone
 I found comfort on the page of a psalm
 Close your mouth boy, just hum along
 I was born in that reproach
 Don't speak hate, so I spoke with yes and no's
 I loved the way the children always ask why
 Call and return, maybe to pass the time
 So I was wrong in my approach
 Be a child for as far as you can go
 If not your place to speak, then don't waste your voice
 It's not your right to ask, and hell, it's not your choice
 If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here
 There's things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone
 Nothing is sweeter than the fruit that holds tight
 Tight through the wind and all the creatures at night
 But I love the fallen seeds
 Premature and always in some kind of need
 I told you nothing was safe
 My plans to stay and behave
 They're all just tentative
 Don't be, don't be so damn sensitive
 And when you ask me to stay
 Pleading hearts tend to stray
 This plan is my hateful heart
 I was born this way, I'm not just playing a part
 If not your place to speak, then don't waste your voice
 It's not your right to ask, and hell, it's not your choice
 If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here
 There's things you cannot see and things I will never be for anyone
 Things I can never be for anyone
 Things I can never be for anyone