Bleeding hearts are by bodies abhorred

Undue reverence I stored up for you pours out and courses down toward

The same body of air that we draw from the same one we've always done now makes you sicker than sick

Kicking this in the dark lanes

Of the early thirteen

And you'll never know how much all of this hurts me

My veins ache with pressure

It lessens sometimes

My skin is a mood ring I wear all the while and

You as an idol is

Me as a trial

All I want's a perfect body

Or a less ugly mind

All I want's two perfect bodies

One of yours and one of mine

And I slam doors in your house

You won't stop killing spiders

What looks like another red swollen and bloody

Bull muscle, bull muscle, bull muscle

When you're golden afflicted, aflame is a bellows

It swells up and swallows and bleeds out unstayed

And if bleeding hearts are in bodies at all

I'm trying hard to ignore

How hard I'm trying to talk with you