Glass Casket

And this is where I stay, in between the in between.
No more cold winter days.
No more sudden tragedies.
If you really want to know me, take away the
human heart and stab it with something not so sharp.
Twist like her finger in my hair.
She's got a brand new white canvas on her face for me to splatter with paint. She's got
Nothing more than what was left, running down her throat.
The best of us was left in your sheets.
Restoring things here in between, defining what everything means to be.
The truth's sometimes so hard to see in my passive uncertainty
it's a chorus with no melody, its a chorus
She's got a
brand new white canvas on her face.