Like a surgeon with a scalpel
I'll take you apart just to see what happens
Put you back together, lose some pieces
To change the way your heart was beating
But there's something shaky about these hands
When I pick up the knife to begin
They always seem to turn the blade
Away from your heart, and toward my brain
It's like each time I split your chest
Something goes missing inside my head
A chunk of heart, for a slab of brain
The price I pay, voluntarily insane
Friday, December 7, 2012
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