I Used To Have A Heart
I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks, now it’s shitty,
Shoddy, cheap
Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat
While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need:
Sex fiends with a vacant dream, a tattoo of a soul
And the words you said, still ringing in my head
Wonder where the love they stole is hiding
All I want to do is be mended by you. I don’t want to be confused
I just want to find you. All I want to kill is that which keeps me ill
Underwhelmed and unfulfilled
They’re in denial of the knowledge that they’re living in a lame excuse
They’re in denial of the fat they’re fed. It’s like they’re gorging on the truth
I was in denial of the knowledge that I was living in an empty life
I was in denial of what you are to me: my heart, my love, my guide
It’s not alright with me, the love I lack. I need, I want you back
The circle torn apart. I used to have a heart
I used to know a girl with the deepest trust that a man could ever know
I broke her neck with the lack of respect
That I learned as an embryo on the west coast
Where the dead paint Hollywood red
The façade is well-fed with the blood of the Capulets
Spread like jelly on bread across the doors of the first-borns
Weaned from birth on meds
All I want to say is this could be okay. I don’t want to be a slave
I just want to spend my days wandering through the haze
Your voice to lead the way. I can finally go and say:
There you are in front of me, luminescent as you used to be
Just sing the saddest song for me
Revive me