I'm not your hands,
I'm just the mess you constitute with them.
Those ugly colors that you paint.
I'm not your eyes.
I'm just what you see as a comfortable disguise,
but familiar in a way.
It's not your heart.
It's just the way I see things fall apart.
Your fragile bones can never hold.
Oh, it's not love.
It's the blur in your eyes, it's my blood on your side.
Oh, no.
Just leave it alone.
I'm not your hands,
I'm just the mess you constitute with them.
Those ugly colors that you paint.
I'm not your eyes.
I'm just what you see as a comfortable disguise,
but familiar in a way.
It's not your heart.
It's just the way I see things fall apart.
Your fragile bones can never hold.
Oh, it's not love.
It's the blur in your eyes, it's my blood on your side.
Oh, no.
Just leave it alone.