Wednesday, November 19, 2008

corazón

i never wanted to think you'd steal from me
but i've searched high and low and i cant find this thing i need
my heart used to pound silently behind my ribs
now i'd give you anything if you could tell me where it is

did you throw it out the open window of your car?
did you leave it in the bathroom when i left you at the bar?
did you lose it at my friend's house along with your keys?
or did you lock it away someplace you know i'll never see?

but hand me fiction, hand me lies you tell to me
hand me anything that reminds me who to be
cause ill tell you baby when i try and look inside myself
i don't see all of me, unless i'm there with someone else

we've been talking 'round in circles for what feels like sixteen years
who knew there were sixteen different ways to say one fear
if we could write them all down and try to choose to use the best
maybe i could use the other ones to patch my gaping chest

so hand me fiction, hand me lies you tell to me
hand me anything that reminds me who to be
cause ill tell you baby when i try and look inside myself
i don't see all of me, unless i'm there with someone else

now i'm losing blood and plasma every second that i sing
but i guess it'd be the same no matter what i was doing
like sitting on my porch and trying hard not to see
all the different ways you cam and stole my heart from me

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