I don't want to keep meeting new people,
Handing out fragments of the heart you broke
Like a man handing out brochures on the corner of a busy street.
I want you to come back and fix the mess you made inside my rib cage.
I only feel whole when you're around.
I only feel together with your fingers digging in my skin.
Handing out fragments of the heart you broke
Like a man handing out brochures on the corner of a busy street.
I want you to come back and fix the mess you made inside my rib cage.
I only feel whole when you're around.
I only feel together with your fingers digging in my skin.