Hair Dye

Skinny Love

My heart is glass,

My skin is a window.

They can see it all,

And they're scared.

Will you break me?

Will you break me?

Well your words are feathers,

Well your lips are flightless birds.

Will you love me?

Will you leave?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Perhaps you are glass cleaner.

Perhaps you are poison to my body.

But haven't you made something clear,

of this mess of a heart?

You've made it clear,

You've made it clear.

But even in the finest of oceans,

The depths are often impenetrable. 

So, won't you promise me,

If I love you,

You won't break me,

You won't break me.

Please,

Don't break me.

Don't break me.