I once met a boy whose heart I would keep
to guard it from pain but not to let it sleep
His face was kind but wicked to me
And his eyes spoke more than his words
would ever mean
I gave him my heart to hold for a while
but he dropped it and kicked it and ripped
it now it’s out on the pile of weeds so
Give me a mirror so I can see for myself
the hole that is tearing my heart from its
shelf where it used to rest peacefully
beating away till you came and you shook
it and left it this way
You left it this way, you left it this way
And I don’t need your troubles mixed with
mine that’d just make for some god damn
dangerous wine
I’d drink it anyway, I’d drink it anyway
I’d drink it anyway, I’d drink it anyway
till nothing was left, till nothing was left, till
nothing was left