Think I'll rename my heart, to calendar
'Cause it'll surely know just when to end
And I've been looking at you through the telephone
As the photograph whispers that she isn't even home
So alone, I bleed myself right in
Unusual here breathing, inviting the silence
But you're not here
You're nowhere near at all
Just skin and atmosphere
And if it's not what you wanted
Better get out now
Alone it takes me
Underneath it'll surely break me
Underneath these things
Twenty some years my parents let themselves leave
I always swore that would never, ever be me
And now you're looking at me through a new lens
Your voice on the end doesn't understand anything, nor do I
Paper cuts for me
Prove me wrong, I want you to prove me wrong