I am a heart stopping
A love dying out
A lip forming a pout
I never reach at all anymore
Because I am a sinking feeling
A smile, dressed for killing
Somehow getting first billing
I am the star now in some way
And you are the hands shaking
Making the now into the past
So that your future only comes last
If your watch stops, you'll never get home again
And you are the knife shaping
You've been trying all your life
To cut my pain to the right size
You are spare parts
A clock spring that unwinds
Waiting for it to be the right time
You bleed for fun
I am the broken heart
The smell of something gone rotten
Tasteless and soaking up scent like cotton
A shadow for your crying eyes to wrap around
I hate being all bad news
Not the best thing for you
Just a prick with no thorns
And all my expressions had been worn
Before I even met you