I can’t remember the last few words she said But it’s nothing new to the night (to the night) I can't help but thinking, that it’s possible she’s right (she’s right) I can't begin (until you tell me how) This story ends I can't begin (until you tell me how) This story ends I'm a shard of your favorite record, held at your throat I'm a shard of your favorite record, held at your throat I'm a shard of your favorite record, held at your throat I'm a shard (I'm a shard) I'm a shard Someday some how I know I’ll find you again In hopes of repeating the moments we shared If you want what I have, then take it Hopefully I’ll find what it takes to replace it When love fails (Should we burn it to the ground?) When love fails We will burn it down I'm a shard of your favorite record held at your throat I'm a shard of your favorite record held at your throat I'm a shard of your favorite record held at your throat I'm a shard (I'm a shard) At your throat A misconception of teenage love A burning passion A 12 gauge slug Locked inside a young boys lust They find you buried I’ll dig you up When the record stops and you’re hips stand still Before the needle hits the B side I hate to tell you, but your still my heart (my heart) I'm a shard of your favorite record held at your throat! I'm a shard of your favorite record held at your throat! I'm a shard of your favorite record held at your throat! I'm a shard of your favorite record held at your throat! I'm a shard (I'm a shard) I'm a shard! Held at your! Held at your throat!