I wish I had a heart
I'd call it tiger
And wrapped in silver thread
I'd tie it to my chest
To bring you home...
I wish I had a car
And bits of wire
To tie you to the seat
And drive you to the beach
And keep on going...
And I know when I've been stung
When I'm trapped inside my bed
Feel my flesh begin to swell
I'm an evil shade of red
I hate the taste of skin
It's terrifying
Reminds me of the truth
That biting bits of you
Can bring you home
And I hate...
the sweet taste...
and these miracles...
I feel it in my skin...
know in my head...
when you touch me...
I am still awake at night...
in my dreams...
when my mind is full of...
pictures of the day...
but not quite right...
just to bring you home...
I'm so lucky
I can pick my feelings
I never want to cry
I'm so ugly
But I pick my feelings
So I choose not to mind
It's true...
To you...
It must seem sad
I know...
It all...
and I'm not sad - believe me
'Cause I choose not to be
I wish I had the skill
To stop my thinking
Concentrate each breath
To make sure that it's done
It's not instinctive