To Be Torn

Oh God, I'm stuck.

They are hell bent on us, and I've got nothing to offer you.

My skin trembles, it wants to be used.

Oh God, I'm thrown.

I am only happy on my own.

My heart grows harder, it wants to perform.

And I only ever feel it when I wanted to be torn..

to be torn.

Like a hand held, from its first love.

Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope.

Like a grown child, from its skipping rope.

Oh God, what now?

I have ruined this, I have broken you down.

Your fingers are weathered, your eyes are full of glass.

The raindrops collide with the tears at your mouth..

at your mouth.

Where I once kissed your warm lips,

as my tongue tripped over white teeth;

bitten soft skin, with my hands tied.

Oh God, I've strayed.

I should not have come here with the wind in my sails.

I've blown you backwards, now your heart is in pain.

And I know you don't believe me, but I'm sorry that I failed to be torn.

Like a hand held, from its first love.

Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope.

Like a grown child, from its skipping rope.