Maybe if I crack open my rib cage
I could tape my heart back together myself.

I've never seen love;
I haven't heard love.
Maybe I haven't even felt love.

One step forward but
two steps back.
I was halfway to believing, now,
I'll never look back.

Maybe if I rip open my chest
I could see if I even have a heart to fix.

I forgot.
I gave it to you with apprehension;
I gave it to you with my hands.

But I must have fallen all alone
because, dear, what you gave back
to me
was only a stone