You know the funny thing
about the day you realize
who or what you are
Is that by the time it happens
you're probably not that anymore
And the funny thing is logic states
for things to break they first must fall
And like any small or precious thing,
you give nothing or you give all
I can't give you any more than that
I don't trust my clumsy feet
not to make me fall flat
And the heart's the only muscle tissue
little known fact
that don't know how to heal itself
if you cut it in half
So don't cut it in half
We spend our days in endless cycles
of lust to oxytocin
Never stopping to think about the space
between us that we've chosen
Well I can give my mouth, my ear,
but I can't give you my hand
Cos though you're oh so understanding
you can never understand
I can't give you any more than that,
I don't trust my clumsy feet
not to make me fall flat
And the heart's the only muscle tissue
little known fact
that don't know how to heal itself
if you cut it in half
So don't cut it in half
I will hand you cellotape and superglue,
and staples
And I'll help you hold those pieces in place
til you're fit and able
I could never be a surgeon
cos my stomach's far from strong
But I hope my bedside sympathies
suffice to help you moving on
I can't give you any more than that
I don't trust my clumsy feet
not to make me fall flat
And the heart's the only muscle tissue
little known fact
that don't know how to heal itself
if you cut it in half
So don't cut it in half
No don't cut it in half
