Achilles

All the places

That your hands were shaking, tracing through

From a body waiting to be used

To a body wanting getting used to

You could hold me!

Show me off but oh you never do

You're scared of what I mean to you

How they'll use it to be mean to you too

I could tear them all down!

Why am I the one polite?

It gets heavy being so light

I could make you cry now

I don't wanna prove them right

It gets heavy being so light

And I don't wanna fight

All the faces

Smiling bigger when you let them win

And you're smaller every time you finish

Beating up and on yourself again

I wanna hold you!

But you shrink away so I do too

My achilles always bent and bruised

It'll kill me when you let me lose you

I could throw it back now!

Why am I the one polite?

It gets heavy being so light

You could make me cry now

I don't wanna prove you right

It gets heavy being so light

And I don't wanna fight