I know you live in the world I know you do what you can But the way you turn tight corners Seems to shorten my lifespan It's not the weather I love It's just the shape of the sky But you shrink it to a keyhole Everytime you wander by And I can barely miss The package in your hands which is My heart You pack the powder so tight You wrap it up in some foil Now it's not so much the rebound As it is the sharp recoil I've come to fear from this Undetonated bomb which is My heart (which is my heart) Which is breaking again I don't want to tell you what to do I just wish you'd do it once without me asking you I don't want to tell you how to act I just wish the story that you told me hadn't lacked The proper emphasis On what I've got in mind which is My heart (which is my heart) Which is breaking again