Broken Glass Syndrome

(álbum: A Writer's Reference - 2004)

I did everything you did to me to you
But I'm out of ammunition
So I'll take these words and fire them into your chest
Find a new place for them to rest
Seize up your insides, tearing your flesh
Open up and let them in

I'll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and stretch my skin
Until my hands can
Reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass
I'll hand you the sharpest one
To place it right in my back

Yeah!

You did everything to me, I did to you
This is the last song that you're getting 'cause we're through
The only thing that's perfect are the states we put between us
Because you know I'm always writing you postcards
Just saying how good it feels, not to have you here

I'll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and stretch my skin
Until my hands can
Reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass
I'll hand you the sharpest one
To place it right in my back

So far so good (It takes a miracle)
You're only half as good as you said (For someone to hear me in this well)
You're halfway decent
So far so good (It takes a miracle)
You're only half as good as you said (For someone to hear me in this well)
You're halfway decent

So far so good (It takes a miracle)
You're only half as good as you said (For someone to hear me in this well)
You're halfway decent

I'll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass

I'll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and stretch my skin
Until my hands can
Reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass
I'll hand you the sharpest one
To place it right in my back