Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down
Inside her throat it goes
s** s**
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about and she's
Filled with words that hurt it goes
s** s**
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like
Swollen strings she just
s** s**
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear
And doubt
She is not my girlfriend
I'm not who you think I am
Her clothes are on the ground
A crumpled rainbow ma**
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now
Like broken gla** it goes
s** s**
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear
And doubt
She is not my girlfriend
I'm not who you think I am