How many pieces of myself can i promise to leave
When the fractures are so many, they're sharp and cut me
And you, and you tried to use words like glue
But it fell apart once again when there was any heat
my hands are tired, my spirit is worn, my heart was bleeding, now sewn up with thorns
No reopening, i closed the store
The porch was just a theory
You were out the door
The axe forgets but the tree remembers
