You are
a voice inside my head,
thoughtful words both articulate and bright.
You were
beautifully designed,
cold and quiet winter scenery.
This December
I'm collecting dust.
I will decorate your frozen window sill.
This December
I'm turning to rust,
a stauette, in animate and still.
We are
mannequins at heart,
every feeling painted on our face.
We were
made with careful hands,
a restless mind, some perfectionist's fee will.
Woah...
This December
I'm showing affection.
I'm kissing you not stopping anything.
This December
I'm celebrating you,
something I thought I would never do.
No...
You make this
(You make this...)
harder than it has to be.
You make this,
you make this so,
so very interesting.
You make this
(You make this...)
harder than it has to be.
You make this,
you make this so,
so very interesting.
We break our bones, we will draw our blood.
We break our bones, we will draw our blood.
We break our bones, we will draw our blood.
We break our bones, we will draw our blood.
(Break our bones, we will draw our blood.)
(Break our bones, we will draw our blood.)
(Break our bones, we will draw our blood.)
(Break our bones, we will draw our blood.)
(Break our bones, we will draw our blood.)
(Break our bones, we will draw our blood.)
(Break our bones, we will draw our blood.)
(Break our bones, we will draw our blood.)
(Break our bones, we will draw our blood.)