Hand-Me-Down Heart

I've got a hand-me-down heart Doesn't matter what I pay Sure it's seen a couple of miles In the corner slightly frayed But it still beats and blood still flows To the rhythm of a song you used to know And still these stitches clearly show That it once was torned apart I've got a hand-me-down heart I've got a salvage-store soul Collecting dust on the shelf Sure it's a little worse for wear But it speaks just for itself Sure it's felt more fear than most From every foolish feeble host And so it chases any ghost That could fill the empty hole Inside the salvage-store soul If you hold them keep in mind When it comes to the tides that bind I'm trusting in your hands And if you tell me never leave I'll sow them to my sleeve As these foolish parts could mend The fabric of my being Gets stretched out like a string On a tattered old t-shirt And if you look closely you'll see a staint It's just the minimal remains Of every time that I got hurt I got a second-hand love Not as untamed as before Cause there's no need to play the game When you already know the score Still it's steady and it's true Knows all the little stupid things to do Sure it don't fit like a glove But it feels close enough I've got a second-hand love Sure it don't fit like a glove But it feels close enough I've got a second-hand love