The Matter With Us

now its time for me to speak
and tell you how i had this heart
how you thought you could keep it
and how i feel so far from myself
ive never felt so empty inside

sometimes i wish that i could fade away
so i wouldnt have to spend my time
here with you

ill just close my eyes and tell myself
'maybe a bullet will dance through my head'

if you let me rip your heart out
i promise that i will give it back
but dont expect it to be the same
i'll bring it with razor blades
from all the cuts that i made