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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 bit's of wire
To tie you to the seat
I'd drive you to the beach
And keep on going
And I know where 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 hat 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
When my eyes are 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
Cos I choose not to be
I wish I had the skill
To stop my thinking
To concentrate each breath
To make sure that it's done
It's not instinctive.
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