Fire me in an oven
Until I go hard enough
To deal with losing you
I'm tired of thinking of you
Each and every minute I see
Something I know that you'd love
(Yes) we're all made of glass
All made of glass
Cheating ourselves to believe we'll be last
Like a fool
I thought it was true
I was holding your flowers
And only you knew
A diary fills its pages
With one eye on the clock
How long, how long have we got
Until we're everything we hope to be
Terrified while a picture of dignity?
Come eat with me
At the table of this life

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