Draw the knife to my chest
Carefully carving myself to pieces
Im cutting out my heart
Now theres just a gaping
Hole and a bloody box
Hideous organ pulsating within
Hidden in darkness, closed the lid
Washed my hands
And picked the prettiest paper
Sorry if I spilled a drop of precious crimson wine
Taped shut, tied up
I sent it through the mail
I didnt have the strength to see you face to face
I hope it got there safely
I hope you gave it a new home
I lay in blue rooms with cold fingers
You may have my heart
But you never sent a thank you letter















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