Stitched Up Heart Bones
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
