He’s got a noose around his neck
She’s a needle in her arm
In his veins equations flow instead of blood.
She has a bit inside her mouth,
Reins held firmly by her boyfriend
And this one’s nose is always tucked inside a book
Even as the bruises form.
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Two broken parts don’t make a whole
Whoever says that’s just a fool
The whole’s the sum of the parts but the parts can’t fit together
And the people wander hopelessly, each with a personal brand of tragedy
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The one with the noose used it at last and
Gave the noose to the one with the needle.
The needle went to the one biting the bit
Who couldn’t’ve broke the reins without its sweet poison tip in her vein.
The equations turned to blood with the help a girl who then broke and harnessed him;
The bit is his now.
And bruises have turned into broken bones
As his nose stays denying in the book.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
He’s got a noose around his neck
She’s a needle in her arm
In his veins equations flow instead of blood.
She has a bit inside her mouth,
Reins held firmly by her boyfriend
And this one’s nose is always tucked inside a book
Even as the bruises form.
-
Two broken parts don’t make a whole
Whoever says that’s just a fool
The whole’s the sum of the parts but the parts can’t fit together
And the people wander hopelessly, each with a personal brand of tragedy
-
The one with the noose used it at last and
Gave the noose to the one with the needle.
The needle went to the one biting the bit
Who couldn’t’ve broke the reins without its sweet poison tip in her vein.
The equations turned to blood with the help a girl who then broke and harnessed him;
The bit is his now.
And bruises have turned into broken bones
As his nose stays denying in the book.