Hand me a glass, and Ill drop it.
Fragments will glitter in the gutters, just like the way my eyes shone when we met. I had them closed the whole time we were in your bed, but it was because I didnt want to see myself, not you.
Hand me a ribbon for a wristband and Ill tie one on.
Ive been trying to dream you away for a while now. This is the font I type in when my hands are shaking, and my spelling is more tangled than my hair.
Hand me a diamond, and Ill tremble from its memories.
You do realize that lovely little stone was put through hell to shine for you?
Id rather have an opal, something less transparent, even if they are a shimmering curse.
Hand me a pen and Ill scribble open all my veins,
Before I remember that ballpoints dont really bleed.
If I cut myself, do you bleed? I hope not. I really do. But the feeling of love is burning through the oxygen in my arteries faster than I can breathe.
Hand me a hear