Cut The Music (We Told Them To Stop Dancing, But They Were Already Dead)

The words scribbled on her wrist;
Cut deeper than the razors ever could.
Another phase, another day.
Just a trend, you little liar.

A note passed to the wrong person,
We all have our moments,
don't we?
Shitty lyrics scribbled between the margins,
You thought you knew me.

Unpolished and uncut,
Sent through the mail,
Took weeks to get there.
By the time it did,
I didn't feel anything anymore.

Say it once, say it twice, three times,
Break my heart all over again.
Crawl inside to bed,
I won't ask any questions,
My imagination's bad enough.

Passed around like a bad party favor,
Me, you, a constant depression.
I don't know if it's you anymore,
Or if it's just the whole damn world.
I would give myself up for anyone else.

Glue me back together like I'm a broken doll,
Sew my lips shut,
I won't say a word,
I'll tell them everything.
Quiet, love,
They're right behind us,
Good thing you sewed your lips shut.

Can't explain it in these lines;
The touch, the feel, the wrong,
Adjectives not enough,
I fall to the floor and break,
Into a million little butterflies,
Black as night,
They flew away, and left you alone.

How's it feel,
to know you did this?
How's it feel,
to do it again?
R-r-r-repeat the words,
The sounds,
of every broken,
breaking,
to be broken
home.