So unaffectionate, so insecure You claim to know a thing or two about heartache And what it's like to have your insides torn out And I believe you I see it every time your pallbearer's palor is obscured by the darkness Dancing across your face, and when the blackness veils your eyes in pain I know what it's like when memories make you wince And love letters read like obituaries And photo albums are the books of the dead I need no reminders, no more reminders I'll forget the past and lay it to rest If I had my way I'd cut the calluses off your breaking heart If I could get past the sternum Cauterize those wounds with Every kiss I could give to you I'm holding your heart in my hand The reason it still beats Am I being too cryptic? Am I being too obscure? Love k**s, romance is dead And I don't even trust myself But I love you And you can pull my wings apart And pin me down under gla** Until the end of days if it can help you Discover that we share the same pain I just hope you write your thesis Before your subject is dead No life after d**h