She's driving these nails of restless anti-submission into a head

full of the naive light of day

and then bury this ax with my name into the belly of the never ending stay

the torment refuses to lift off the ground

and the contradictions don't make a sound

until they're all just screaming at her


So take my heart and make it yours

this is the last thing I have left to give to you

So take my heart

I'm not doing anything with it, and I'm tired of being alive


It won't go on separated by a chasm of denial

someone is only one to us and maybe she will finally come to me

invitations written in violet over pale thin wrists


So we pretend we're so far apart when we're really arm in arm

she won't look at me

she feels my heartbeat the lips, the arms, the embrace

and the things she whispers in my ear

the letters mailed across the ocean


So take my heart and make it yours

this is the last thing I will ever give to you

So take my heart

I'm not doing anything with it and I'm tired of being alive


Then the eyes roll back

cast out by the gleaming lights

she was playing make believe

she was putting these scars on our hearts scars,

hearts, putting scars on our hearts


Shimmering sweat for the swollen shame that squeezes my lack of a stomach

I wish I was everything that you wanted when the plane took off

she didn't realize there was an absolute selfishness

wrapping strangling hands around her pale neck

to choke an adolescent out of her

and I started to weep as the glass just broke into so many shards around her

and I cried and walked in a circle behind her a million miles away my love,

my heart, where are the words to say?

because I am so tired, I am so tired today my love,

my heart where are the words to say?

Because I am exhausted, I am so tired today