A Dump Truck Full of Staples
If my heart breaks and there’s no one around
Does it still make a sound
Does it still fall to the floor
And shatter on the ground
And if I buy a million rolls of duck tape
And a dump truck full of staples
Can I patch it back together
If I took a mile of cloth and wound it around
Would it mend back
If I made sure it was tightly bound
If I was asked to give it all
And I gave it
Should I expect something in return
When’s it my turn
Who’s going to catch me when I fall
You asked me to hold your world
Like I was Atlas balancing it on my shoulders
But it was more then that
You asked me to do it walking a tight rope
Up in the air
As if I were a cat
Who could land on my feet
But there was no safety mat
I’m more like a kite
With need of a string
So when the winds blow me about
I have someone that can bring
Me in
So when I’m out there taking on the storm
And even if I get ripped
And even if I’m a little torn
I’m still anchored like a ship at sea
But my ships titanic
And I got pulled down
And my heart played the captain
Staying with his ship
As it drown
As it was pulled me 6 feet underground
But my hearts not a vampire
That can rise out of the grave
It can’t heal itself after each encounter
Its more like a zombie
Rotting and falling apart
Not knowing better then to keep moving
Even when its not recognizable as a heart
But nobody said zombies were smart
I built my heart like a comet
To burn bright across your midnight sky
But if you remember in class a comet doesn’t fly
Its falls
It falls into the atmosphere
And if it doesn’t get burnt up
If it lands somewhere near
And I was to pick it up and be like here
It would be a cold black lump
It would be a hard rock
A starting block
In a wall
That would put china to shame
That could stop a freight train
And if there’s someone to blame
Its me
Because I was given eyes to see
And if I would of used them to look back
I could of seen it wasn’t meant to be
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