So we sit like particles in matter
You turn my head with your million dollar answers
In this aching routine, why does it seem so hard to be here?
Do I leave my heart here?
Then you open me up and look inside me
Like paper bags and little surprises
The transition between multiple takes of surgery
And we leave it open to interpretation
Invisible remarks line up across my lap
Like marching dolls I'm giving orders to collapse
Dashing by into this aching routine
Do I leave my heart here?
Then you open me up and look inside me
Like paper bags and little surprises
The transition between multiple takes of surgery
And we leave it open to interpretation
Then you open me up and look inside me
Like paper bags and little surprises
The transition between multiple takes of surgery
And we leave it open to interpretation