Glowing purples, reds and blues. Muscles pumping electrical sinews.
Know my pain and feel it crack, for this is my heart I want it back.
Its not yours to toss about, certainly not for sale.
So please remove my broken heart from your collectors pail.
Some dirt some rocks, some broken glass... you've constantly made me feel like an ass
Pick through it, leave some nits, dont know why you act like you give a shit.
Dont give me lines or cryin pleas, don't ask for something else from me.
I cant do this acting anymore, my heart bleeds amber from its pores.
You're rock collection wont get bigger from me, empty your pail Im finally free.
Polish your hardend hearts jagged edge, the one that seems as if made from ledge.
Cuz the only pickin up youll do round here, is of the tissues Ive left from cryin for years.
