there’s something breakable sitting in my lungs
there’s something fragile underneath my skin
there’s something I don’t really want to talk about
and I think that’s where the danger begins
so go ahead, prove me wrong
I’ll take you down where the bridges burn
and there are footprints left all across my chest
and that is where the crisis lies I guess
there’s something delicate between every breath
there’s something weak and wanting tangled in my ribs
there’s something I really don’t want to talk about
and I think that’s where the chaos begins
so go ahead, prove me wrong
I’ll take you down, and bring matches along
there are footprints left all across my chest
and that is where the hazard lies I guess
there’s something vigilant sitting in my lungs
there’s something barbed and broken underneath my skin
there’s something I really don’t want to talk about
and I think that’s where the problem begins
so go ahead, prove me wrong
I’ll take you down where the bridges burn
there are footprints left all across my chest
and that is where the issue lies I guess
go ahead, prove me wrong
I’ll take you down, bring the matches along
there are footprints left all across my chest
and that is where the trouble lies I guess.
that is where the trouble lies
we’ll let our ghosts go, let them slide
‘cause these ventricles are twisted up inside
and since the day we parted
all I’ve wanted has been not to be
so broken hearted
