I try to stay on top of you, To hold your body down, Your shaking seems to hinder Every grasp that I had found.
Moving every inch around you To defuse your private bomb, I stretch myself surrounding, And protecting you from harm.
I use a wallet for your mouth, So when you bite you will not bleed, I drilled a wire through my cheek, And let it down, and out my sleeve.
And now you're pulling out the best of me, Yeah, which never ever comes, These wires all that's left of me, And it's hooked within my gums, Within my gums.
So drill it, so drill it, So hard, I feel it. It's okay.
So drill it, so drill it, So hard, I feel it. It's okay.
It's proof to show I bleed for this, I'd cut myself to shame, To get to know this masochist Who's stolen my first name.
Pretending he's a teacher, Holding all my weight at ease, Yet the teacher seems to split in two, Destroying both his knees.
And now crawling, I position myself, Below your broken wings, I lift your feathered left arm, Where you hide your heart from me.
I never noticed it was swollen With the touch of brutal pain, I never knew a heart could live inside The rust from all your rain, All your rain...
So drill it, so drill it So hard, I feel it. It's okay.
So drill it, so drill it, So hard, I feel it. It's okay.
I didn't think to bring a washcloth, Or to rub away the dirt, Myself and I we share This barely beating heart of hurt.
And when the hurt comes, there's an argument, A fight to save a smile, A small attack on human tears To dry them for a while.
A dream we all should count on, Yeah, a vision I believe, And where confidence is found, Attached to wires on our sleeve.
And where loneliness is history, Told to pack your shit and leave, And where guidance is a fortune, Told to help in time of need.
And where crying isn't secret, It's the art of how we grieve, And lessons are the key To every goal I will achieve, I will achieve.
So drill it, so drill it, So hard, I feel it. It's okay.
So drill it, so drill it, So hard, I feel it. It's okay.