Iâ€™m a jigsaw within jigsaws and you are imperfectly perfect Hearts donâ€™t mix with razors when love is a fleshy masquerade What did we learn? Maybe that earning forgiveness is more sincere than expecting it and secrets are little deaths desiring growth into monsters Who told you that thought was silent? Thereâ€™s a dead jesus inside us and a satan begging for the fall When the heart doesnâ€™t hold, the mind falls apart, apart, apartâ€¦ Is love a waste of pain? Ssssh, donâ€™t interrupt The needles are busy.
Doctor said that you might hurt yourself So when i laid eyes on you, you lay on a white bed in a white room Your ghosts sat on your pillow, laughing and stabbing needles into your head I wanted to offer a word of comfort but couldnâ€™t! for you were as beautiful and insignificant as an abandoned raindrop on a window Instead, i said that it was cold outside You replied, inside too. Â