When you left, you took my heart with you and the two of you skipped off into the woods of my past The ruddy drops my heart left behind were eventually gobbled up, like highly metaphorical breadcrumbs, by the birds of time And like those two children lost in the forest, neither of you will ever find your way back... to me.
I'll fashion a new heart out of wood to occupy the vacancy left in my chest And it will hope to some day become a real heart But it will never be able to receive the fairydust of love that would enable it to fly Instead, it will only be a stiff, wooden heart And there will always be strings attached.
Perhaps some day a raven will fly through my window to keep me company And though he may only speak one word, I know that it will always be a word of truth And I know that he will never leave me Probably because he feels my pain.
The pain of growing up Of not being able to fly away to a place where I can stay a child forever Your memory will always be the captain of my new wooden heart And the hook that drags me back to reality when I start thinking that maybe we could have worked.
We were doomed from the start As if I were trapped in an ocean of longing And you walked on the dry land of my desire Always unattainable to me for my inability to adapt to a new world.
In the beginning, our love was like a carpet Covering all things, and enchanted to lift us from the ground And carry us through the world together But you stained that carpet with the grapejuice of treachery And now I am left emotionally unconscious Always waiting for the kiss that will never come To wake me from my slumber.