I held your heart against my palm
Still beating, alive and well
But I curled my fingers into a fist
And now I cannot tell
If this high is sick and twisted
Unnatural and wrong
This is not the perspective that
My ears took from her song.
I dropped the shattered pieces then
And the blood on my fingers is mine
But I do not feel any pain now
Perhaps I will in time.
I rose to my feet and walked away
Leaving you to fix our mess
But it's your fault for trusting me
Breaking is what I do best.
When I'm out I feel much lighter
Regretting nothing, sorry to say
But I left the door wide open
If you need a place to stay.
