I'm easily broken but fun to put back together
Tools of destruction, tools of encouragement:
Needle and thread, glue, strings and empty hopes
I come in a box with no instructions
Take your time,
We wouldn't want a blemish
On an otherwise tarnished and stained skin
The glimmer of innocence is lost within the broken lust
Take a look at me now
Chewed up, broken bits
Dirty eyes, tainted heart
But still your favourite toy
Don't spit me out
I don't do well without
Someone pulling my strings
Telling me how to live
Chew Me Up, But Don't Spit Me Out
An empty space would remain
I would be gone without a trace
I can't make it, without torment driving me along
Life wouldn't be complete
Without heartache
Memories of your face
An evil glimmer gives me hope
It's a game we both know
With only one winner
See who crumbles first
It makes me fall even more in love with a broken boy
Cover me with malice
Cover me with grace
Cover me with broken words
Meant to be as sharp as a knife, meant to leave marks
After so much time playing this game
I can ignore them, returning the hurt
This is the tie that binds us
This is what makes us stick together
This broken love, filled with torment and pain
Doesn't fill me with false hopes
Keeps me on my toes
Not perfect, but perfect enough for me
Break me all you can
I will still want you and only you
So start the torment, enjoy the time you have
Because I will have my turn soon
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