My reasoning skills are failing me, and I can't tell the difference between your lips and razor-sharp teeth.

You tear me up into pieces. Well honey, everybody lies.

Like a canon lined up right against a wall,
All you'll get is a cloud of smoke.
Cut me to ribbons like you cut in line
To get to my bloody beating heart,
And make sure it stops doing just that.

Because we wouldn't want any noise against the static pounding in your head. It just makes matters worse and I'll sing right into your ears that I care more than you think, so loud that you may actually hear me and trust me this time.

Sometimes we wish for Summer, but we must press on through the snow until our noses freeze, and fingers bleed. At least it keeps you warm.

And I don't even know how to tie a noose but I can get up on the chair and touch the ceiling, but it seems far to weak to hold me anyhow, so you'll have to put up with my complaining for a few more years until I learn some things.

But wait, don't move from that spot. The sun is cast on your face in such a way that you could never stand in the exact same place, and you could never shine the same way, so promise me you won't take one more step.

Did you care enough to listen closely to just what I've been trying to say?
I used to think that everything was okay, but I guess that proves that I should never think again.
(So here's to you, so here's to everyone. I won't give up, but my chest is giving way. So here it comes my only way to let you know.)

Don't you try to move or shuffle, or else I will be left here alone.
Don't you dare push me off your chest, 'cause as of right now I still feel you breathe.