I'm making preparations to get my heart broken again.
I've stocked up on tissue.
My favorite blanket is waiting.
I've bought an entire carton of cigarettes
and a couple bottles of booze.
My notebook is ready to catch my tears as i write my sorrows.
I've already wrapped my heart in duct tape so the damage won't be too severe
and I've got an entire bottle of pain killers tokeep the aching to a minimum.
I'm ready this time.
Bring it on.
I'll be okay.
I spread my heart open
opened it wide and deep
you peeked your eyes inside
you reached in
tickled it for awhile
caressed it for a bit
then you grabbed hold of it
held it in your hands
then you shoved it into your mouth
chewed it up
swished it around
and spit it out
i have no heart left to give
just an empty cavern
left by you
i asked him once if there was anything i could do to make him happy.
he said there was nothing i could do to make him feel content.
i realized that now is my chance to redeem myself.
this is the only thing i could do to bring happiness to his life.
i'm giving him all i can give.
i'm giving him my all.
i'm giving him the love he could never have with me.
i'm giving him the best thing in my life.
i'm giving him...
As I laid my head on your shoulder you said,
"We're just friends, right?"
And with those few words every pain I had ever felt came flooding back to me.
I removed my now leadened cranium from your cold shoulder and replaced it to its original position.
That was when I had to admit it:
"Yeah. . . we're JUST friends."