Devoted to You

Sage

Spend my life, surrounded by you
The haunt my memory, devoted too
Made up my mind, I'll do it for this kid
And an aching in my heart...

Hemingway I was, Frida so you
And yeah, it was true, I missed
The aching you brought, the protection you need
I sleep in misery...

Without you, my friend, my lover, my kid
My child, my chances, my aching same
Why we were split, your stutter, a phone call
That's all I had...

That and a name...