Death and Conversation - Manic Bloom

I’ll put my heart in a box for you to

Lock it and put it away

You can keep tabs on the beating and the blood

You can inform me of change

Just tell me what it would take to be your everything

So pretty, pretty the way you say my name

Makes me go weak in the knees

You crawl across all the spaces in my head

Like you’re some kind of disease

Tell me what you’re wanting from me

Should I even try to breathe

Don’t want to wake up at the end only

To find I’m incomplete

How can this be ordinary

Waking up inside a dream

Prove that the overall point of it

Is something more than inside of me

You feed me like an injection with the way

You keep me close to the ground

I’m well aware of the games we’re playing, you

I’ve got you all figured out