Don’t ask me to thank you For splintering me apart Until I am only slivers To pick your teeth with Jagged are these words And I am the one torn Tape only lasts so long Then you are falling apart again So keep your promises Your actions tell me otherwise
There's a cross above, beside, below my bed The splinters get stuck in my head If I could get them out and in a row I'd build a boat with them and catch the flow Make sails from the pages that I've read Then wings for when the world ends But the words are wrapped around the wood Though I would free them, if I could
Your paper mache face slowly disintegrates and falls from your cardboard bones The salt from the pools in your eyes create sharks with heavy appetites, looking for something to bite, and you look tasty
Your wooden eyes have begun to rot and splinter the inside of your eyelids And the wood shards create stitches, leaving your tear ducts swollen and pinned to the rest of your surrounding skin
The porcelain inside my mouth creates lies with every light it reflects as it shines And the moon is the only one who really knows what it is that I want out of life The chilly, stone lips pucker up to give me a kiss, so cold on my skin that I freeze up from it
The fact remains, we're always going to be oil and water Two things that just don't mix That's chemistry, babe, which is something I'm pretty sure we are supposed to have And if it isn't there, why did we bother to take this class for zero credits?