Limbs

Tell me you're impressed

And all the promises that I kept

Left a mark in your head

That you'll stay with me 'til the end

I rearrange all the limbs I have

Place me in boxes

Wrap me by hand

'Til all that is left

Is but an ache in my chest

I'll let you down

Any second now

I'll be your lie

If you'll be mine

I'd follow your lead

And replace all I've been

Become what you need

A pretty face in your gallery

I'll say too much

But not quite enough

I'll be your lie

If you'll be mine