I speak in phrases torn  and visions indiscreet
I place it on a pedastool and upon your feet
You Brazen vessel, with nothing left to hide
Shame would try to eat you,  if you didnt drown in the tide.
But i see you swimming, and its something of a show
To be right above the surface of the floor which is below.
Its never good enough to try to be the best
Its only good when your missing half your chest
But I want something more, not of what I've ever been wanting
And when I rise  above the floor, oh, Nostalgia is haunting
And you want to take my chest drill a hole right through the rib
make me suffer in guilt for everything i ever did.
I can hold my body weight with two nails and two wrists
You can barely win a fight with madly swinging fists...
But you want to take my chest, you say that you must try
You want to burn holes in me until I want to die
It hurts to say I love you because your so hard to see
and its easy to tell that you never  loved me.
I wish it was gone, I mean is it that easy
Or are you just a passing season...