you once were the man
who loved me so truly
your hands were all sandpaper
you could never touch me
but i could touch you
and touch you i did
until you disappeared
with another woman

i take the pills each day when i wake up
and one day i'll find
a reason for all of this heartache
here in my chest
as it cracks wide open
for all to inspect

there’s a ghost in my head
she does all the living for me
does my dishes, tells me i'm pretty
on days i feel sour
sorry and sad
for nothing and everything
why are you so sad
why are you so sad

the heart is an anchor
it's weighing me down
and the heart is a feather
it waits for the wind
and it flies on forever, and ever again
to the mind of somebody
who loves it until

love, it smudges like paint on a page
and no one recognizes the guilt that remains
we are all just running
for anywhere we can call home
so far away from here

one day i’ll be dead
this heart will stop beating
i'll just be a girl
they knew the beginning of
i'll live in a painting
at the museum
i'll crawl through the frame
every night just to kiss you

i’ll wrap my arms round
like i used to do
and you'll walk away slowly
like i'm the disease that you caught
it's okay, i prefer it this way
i love the look of you walking away

i tried to run
but my feet aren't moving
they're stuck in this place
sore and unforgiving
i'm pacing the floor inside my mind
because it's all i can do to pass the time

so i’ll be around
surrounding the rest of your life
i'll be hanging somewhere in your head
they can't cut me out
and you can't cut me down
it's alright, don't worry
i'm used to this now

for now i’m a thing
loved by the strangers
each day they come round
and stare at the color of me
what a tragedy they say
as they smile pensively
i am free
i am free, finally