Put my heart in a blender,
Lock the lid on tight,
Put the setting on high,
And hit puree--
Shall we have it broiled,
Baked,
Fricassed,
Or would you prefer it raw?
Break out the vegatables,
And I'll make some white rice,
And perhaps a chardonnay to go along--
I know that you don't understand,
I know that you don't comprehend
All these repercussions,
But you're rendering me momentarily
Helpless,
And I don't like to feel like that,
I don't like the way I feel at all--
But as of right now,
I can't see anyway around it.
It's been a long time since I felt
Anywhere near this responsible,
And it just breaks my heart
To not know the right moves to make,
Or the right words to say,
The trouble is,
I can't make this go away,
And you're aching too,
Just for different reasons,
In a different mannor--
To each his own.
I want to crawl out of my skin,
But I can't manage to get out,
The zipper's stuck,
And these screams aren't loud enough
For anyone to hear,
But that's ok,
That's the way I wanted it--
I'm not looking for redemption
Or salvation,
I'm just looking a place to be,
A way to see,
Something to take my mind off
What's been done,
And what's been broken,
What been said,
And what's left unspoken--
As if any of it really matters anymore.
I can see you bleeding,
I can feel myself downing slowly,
But I can do nothing to stop either one,
Because this kind of magick is something
That I cannot do--
Just one of many things,
Beyond my reach.
Lock the lid on tight,
Put the setting on high,
And hit puree--
Shall we have it broiled,
Baked,
Fricassed,
Or would you prefer it raw?
Break out the vegatables,
And I'll make some white rice,
And perhaps a chardonnay to go along--
I know that you don't understand,
I know that you don't comprehend
All these repercussions,
But you're rendering me momentarily
Helpless,
And I don't like to feel like that,
I don't like the way I feel at all--
But as of right now,
I can't see anyway around it.
It's been a long time since I felt
Anywhere near this responsible,
And it just breaks my heart
To not know the right moves to make,
Or the right words to say,
The trouble is,
I can't make this go away,
And you're aching too,
Just for different reasons,
In a different mannor--
To each his own.
I want to crawl out of my skin,
But I can't manage to get out,
The zipper's stuck,
And these screams aren't loud enough
For anyone to hear,
But that's ok,
That's the way I wanted it--
I'm not looking for redemption
Or salvation,
I'm just looking a place to be,
A way to see,
Something to take my mind off
What's been done,
And what's been broken,
What been said,
And what's left unspoken--
As if any of it really matters anymore.
I can see you bleeding,
I can feel myself downing slowly,
But I can do nothing to stop either one,
Because this kind of magick is something
That I cannot do--
Just one of many things,
Beyond my reach.



