Tender Even Then

I slam the door upon your thumb. What's unbecoming I become
And so with each and every awkward kiss, I pray a silent prayer that this
Can't be as stupid as it looks. And if we're both on tenterhooks
Again, can we be tender even then?

You trusted me with something true. Maybe that's not so smart to do
So if I hurt you now and make you bleed, my sullen face is guaranteed
To be as stupid as it looks. And if we're both on tenterhooks
Again, can we be tender even then?

One and one is two in some arithmetic
That addition feels like some cheap parlor trick
So as I sweep the glitter up again - I can be tender

Now I have faith that blood congeals, and if the blister breaks, it heals
So darling, even if you disagree, I found out inadvertently
It's not as stupid as it looks. And if we're both on tenterhooks
Again, can we be tender even then?