Did you rip out my sternum?
On your way to inspect my heart
On your way to inspect my heart
I feel like someone mauled me,
tore me right apart
There's blood on the counter
a spleen left by the drawer
Maybe that's my liver
lying on the floor
Not that it matters
Here in shatters
wanting more
If you do decide to come back
I'll be waiting
like before
I'm sure you didn't mean it
I'm sure it was by mistake
You just wanted to see it
The beats my heart might make
Did you ever reach it?
that deep and wretched thing,
see that it is in fact intact
albeit, hanging by a string
It could withstand your flogging
It could withstand your pain
But, damit, if it wasn't too much
to withstand you walking away
So I guess we'll be here waiting
my heart, my parts, and me
If you happen to come back again
Yes, this is where we'll be
Hoping for your presence
pining for your touch
Praying that this time
We aren't deemed to be too much
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