You have a dead heart
cold and lifeless
taking space in your chest
repugnant and rotting,
I can smell death on your skin

I tried to give you mine,
hands shaking and body breaking
I held it to your lips
and said swallow

But instead you spat
and kicked it to the floor
Because your dead heart
didn't understand what it was for

I tried to put it back,
cram it down my throat
but my little heart was weary
and lifeless
and now live, it just won't

You prefer your heart dead
the feeling kind, you never will be
but baby I liked being in love
what a shame it didn't like me.