Hey There, Tired Eyes

Let your guard down, darlin', it won't kill you if you hold my hand

I'll crush all the pieces of your broken heart so small they'll all seem more like sand

Let me be your surgery needle to stitch up the wounds from your fall

I'll conceal all your scars and help you with your makeup

So no one can tell you were ever even hurt at all

So we go down, down, in a lie called forever

For the bright, shining weather looks black to our cynic eyes

Going down, down, we’re drowning together

While we treat all our fevers like they require surgery knives

It’s easier, for us, being broken than admitting that everything is fine

But the sharp, razor edge of a cracked, shattered heart will cut you to ribbon inside

So squeeze my hand and I’ll purge the infection

Doesn’t repair feels like dying, my dear?

Let your bleeding lips tremble and your eyes flood till sleep comes

And when you awake I'll be here

You and I constantly think we’re dying to the point we can’t see we’re alive

In an endless display of mending the other to the point that we’re too weak to survive