Bones - Stitched Up Heart

Tell me something I don’t know

Sure, my heart ain’t made of gold

I’m powered by this beating lump

Of coal hiding behind my bones

And skin is all I seem to be

To you, but I’m a different breed

A sight for sore eyes maybe

But before me you’re just blind with greed

All you want from me

Is what you want for yourself

Cherry pick through me

A patchwork poem misspelled

Crawl inside my soul

And make it your home

All you want is

Skin and no bones

Throwing rocks like I’m a lake

I’m here for you to violate

I have no soul, I’m just a face

For you to judge at your disgrace

You hide behind a broken screen

While commenting your misery

You spill your shame all over me

Behind those cries we feel the same

All you want from me

Is what you want for yourself

Cherry pick through me

A patchwork poem misspelled

Crawl inside my soul

And make it your home

All you want is

Skin and no bones

All you want is

Skin and no bones

I’ll be made by your design

Earn your trust and make it mine

Douse your world in turpentine

Light a match for one last time