I'm looking for a hailstorm to run blindfolded through For the sake of refief A psychosomatic firing squad to save me from this six by three square feet of dirt that you have left me I now drag behind myself
I have taken this earth and sculpted it in your likeness I am Pygmalion praying to the moon for love but instead I get rain and as the picture of Her and perfect summers falls apart like mud through my finger I clasp and grasp and gasp and when the rain stops I am left on my knees in the mud praying with open hands my skin is baptized so clean my scars shine
Now as the pieces of a heart are returned to us twisted and unwanted and rearranged like a Rubix cube by the hands of past lovers who we knew too fast and promised so much but didn't care enough to figure out our combinations or to hold the secrets contained or the dreams cradled in this human-sized box I guess no one thought to tell them that if you plan to be a past lover return what you have found just as you have found it and walk backwards that the image of you walking away from me may not haunt me in the mornings and I can make believe you are returning to me at night
but even the stars rearrange themselves destiny can be rewritten let what remains of my days be it's pages in an infinite number of realities I am still happy with you in an infinite number of realities I am tragic without you but in this reality I may be happy without you
I'm kicking open my wardrobe and cleaning it out of all the shadows I'm putting on a new jacket, a new hat but I'm keeping my old shoes for I will not forsake the path all the roads that once only led to you now lead from you thank you for the detour
I'm looking for new hands to run through forests with new arms in which to build a home in a girl to jump on bed sheets with and a shoe box in an attic to bury you in
For this heart will grow and one day I will see through an unbroken stained-glass window you were just another piece of me