baby, i've burned myself away

baby i've got myself a new addiction and you would kill me if you knew

that i quit cutting through your carefully sewn stitches because it was too easy

to get new ones and too easy for you to notice that i was breaking again

because i have a bit of an obsession with the idea of shattering into 

a million pieces and your careful attempts at sewing me together

made me want to scream, made me want to cut through the strands

of your love that was holding me together and so now, now i've got myself

a new addiction baby

and this time there is no way to fix me.

this time you can't sew me back together because i'm becoming too hard

for your needle and your thread can't get through my skin because it is burning,

burning away your attempts at fixing me baby

with a little bic lighter and little yellow flame i've got you out of the way

and now you can't fix me because i'm too charred and if you touch me

with your needle i will just break because i am so burned out, i have

burned myself away into a pile of ash and dust

that you can't sew back together

and you will never know this because i will never tell you because i secretly

want you to make me a pile of nothing, then i would have an excuse

to die.

 

and baby, it would be all your fault.