I'd tear your heart out if I thought you had one.
But behind your sternum you're as cold as a corpse.
Another unfeeling entity with a beautiful face.
You I was willing to chase and love forevermore.
But two strikes you're out 'cause I hate baseball.
You strung me along like a skillful puppeteer.
It used to be love but now it's just fear.
I'll curse you in the same breath that I love you.
My heart still exists, but now it barely flutters.
You took what I had to offer and threw it away.
If you ever find your heart again,
I'm tearing it out and laughing as I walk off.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
I'd tear your heart out if I thought you had one.
But behind your sternum you're as cold as a corpse.
Another unfeeling entity with a beautiful face.
You I was willing to chase and love forevermore.
But two strikes you're out 'cause I hate baseball.
You strung me along like a skillful puppeteer.
It used to be love but now it's just fear.
I'll curse you in the same breath that I love you.
My heart still exists, but now it barely flutters.
You took what I had to offer and threw it away.
If you ever find your heart again,
I'm tearing it out and laughing as I walk off.
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