A broken bottle shatters
And my lungs, they can relate
My breathing falls to pieces
Under sore and sobbing weight
I’ve tried to put the knife down
Please believe me when I say
But my skin is slipping at the stitches
My knees are starting to give way
I am made of fragile substance
Nests of wasps and flowers hung
So be gentle when you hold me
‘Tween life and lover I am strung
The lust of life consumes me
Every moment every breath
These marble mountains grow upon me
On my arms and in my chest
The phrase “I don’t owe you anything”
Dances in my head
I am made of fragile substance
Nests of wasps and flowers hung
So be gentle when you hold me
‘Tween life and lover I am strung
I am made of fragile substance
A tattered spirit broken song
So be careful when you touch me
‘Tween life and lover I am strung
And I never meant to hurt you
I only meant to care
But when neither life or love believes you
Every thought becomes a prayer
And I’m afraid a fear of living
Is a life or death affair