My Heart is an Old Place

Upkeep is getting quite expensive
I read yesterday's paper
and look for rooms for rent.

For almost half a year
My clothes have been in boxes by the door
But they never seem make it out.

You

I like you better when you're broken
and I am left with the job
of piecing you back together
(barely)
Assembling the puzzle of a broken shell
Cutting my fingers along the way
just to see my favorite shade of red
creep into the crevices
of an old piece of china
(you)

it's not you i love.

but the thought of love
but the thought of being in love
the thought of giving
of getting

it's not you i love.