Put away my toys, my weapons must stay sharp
I don't know if you can love a soldier.
If I keep from being a provider I will have to disembowel myself.
But if you can't see the wounds, I will have to jettison you
and both of our options leave us bruised.

I'm hand happy with hearts
and delusion looks at your punching bag
with blood shot eyes squinted.
If you don't kill me now this bloodlust will render you empty.
I'm keeping my demons away from you
but you're knocking on the door.
And I can't have him open the door for you

Challenge myself to a duel to the death,
All I know is war and I need your diplomacy.
Cease fire on myself and stand de-militarized
To deliver your from captivity.

Would you endure the torture?

A search and rescue aborted . . .
Dead soldiers don't mean a thing to you.

If I deploy behind enemy lines
I come out with you or not at all.
I need to know you'll stay in holding,
Calling out my name 'til I extract you . . .

We both see this as meaningless
But you have your reasons and mine are lost to me.
Do I adopt your outlook and sell myself out to keep you happy?

Will you wait for me?