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I wish I had a heart, I’d call it tiger. And wrapped in silver thread, I’d tie it too my chest, To bring you home. I wish I had a car, And bits of wire. To tie you to the seat, Snd drive you to the beach, And keep on going. And I know when I’ve been stung, When I’m trapped inside my bed. Feel my flesh begin to swell, I’m an evil shade of red. I hate the taste of skin, It’s terrifying. Reminds me of the truth, That biting bits of you, Can bring you home. And I hate the sweet taste, And these miracles of feeling. In my skin, no in my head, When you touch me I am still awake at night in my dreams, When my eyes are full of pictures of the day not quite right, Just to bring you home. I’m so lucky I can pick my feelings, I never want to cry. I’m so ugly but I pick my feelings, So I choose not to mind. It’s true to you, It must seem sad. I know it all and I’m not sad, believe me, 'Cos I choose not to be. I wish I had the skill to stop my thinking, Concentrate each breath, To make sure that it’s done. It’s not instinctive. |