I cut myself with ice
and the right side of the nicest knife
I think that I might like you;
you think I might be nuts
She said to find the cause
the pause I sought among the lost
and tossed away the days we spent
Time sinks into the cuts

One pin to mark the chart
to wrap a ribcage round a heart
To map the crap that I went through
when she said “My love, I heart you”

I hurt myself for fun
You’re my trigger, I’m your gun
You think that I might love you
I think you may be right
She said to find the cause
the line above the exit clause
She had claws, and pearly whites
and kitty liked to bite

One pin to mark the chart
to wrap a ribcage round a heart
To map the crap that I went through
when she said “My heart, I love you”

Cast-iron broken heart
Stainless steel plating
while we’re waiting
for her next new part
She’s state-of-the-art

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