She's driving these nails of restless anti-submission into a head full of the naive light of day and then bury this ax with my name into the belly of the never ending stay the torment refuses to lift off the ground and the contradictions don't make a sound until they're all just screaming at her
So take my heart and make it yours this is the last thing I have left to give to you So take my heart I'm not doing anything with it, and I'm tired of being alive
It won't go on separated by a chasm of denial someone is only one to us and maybe she will finally come to me invitations written in violet over pale thin wrists
So we pretend we're so far apart when we're really arm in arm she won't look at me she feels my heartbeat the lips, the arms, the embrace and the things she whispers in my ear the letters mailed across the ocean
So take my heart and make it yours this is the last thing I will ever give to you So take my heart I'm not doing anything with it and I'm tired of being alive
Then the eyes roll back cast out by the gleaming lights she was playing make believe she was putting these scars on our hearts scars, hearts, putting scars on our hearts
Shimmering sweat for the swollen shame that squeezes my lack of a stomach I wish I was everything that you wanted when the plane took off she didn't realize there was an absolute selfishness wrapping strangling hands around her pale neck to choke an adolescent out of her and I started to weep as the glass just broke into so many shards around her and I cried and walked in a circle behind her a million miles away my love, my heart, where are the words to say? because I am so tired, I am so tired today my love, my heart where are the words to say? Because I am exhausted, I am so tired today