You with those Eiffel Tower legs and your porcelain backbones.
You with the stargazed eyes that look at me like I'm made of wonder.
I invite you to relax with me tonight, to get out of those knee-deep graves.
You will not find my heart buried there.
I admire your dedication but when I told you my heart was in hell,
I meant I was the only one
who can bring it back.