but the world doesn't like to see broken veins, I guess, or broken hearts so clearly portrayed,
but this is simply what you've done to me.
You've laid me out on a table,
you've stripped me down, you've said, "Now what makes a growing girl tick,"
and I rolled my eyes back into my head - I'm trying to make sense, I'm trying to make sense-
the world is so small when I run into you again in another life, after I've moved on,
but your eyes and fingers almost pull me back to right now,
drowning.