Go on and grow me a heart.

I'll give it all to you, I want to.

And everything that may be wrong with you, I'll take it gladly.
The way your voice sounds in my ears, and the hands with which you build the world I long to see, and the things you make me want to be, even against my will. It's against my better judgment, all of it. But I feel it. And it feels right. Feels right to embrace your wrong as I seem to talk about it over and over, just 'cause I can find none. I'll find something eventually.

In the meantime, do let yourself in.