Will you break me?
Separate my pieces?
Eat me up like Jesus?
Believe me, I can worship
I've got blood red
Carpet in my basement
Think I might replace it
With an organ for us to play with
We can work out all our differences
Learn what makes us resistant
To the good times, try not to waste them
On a good night fight over a broken golden bracelet
I've been staying
Up late learning
How to complain in
Some new ways
All the chitter-chatter, pitter-patter on my window
Wishin' I could let go of the chips upon my shoulders
I've been working out all my demons
Trying to leave my feelings where I won't feel them at all
But that won't help me
Stay up on my feet
When the hurricane starts to blow in
And lays out all our differences
And floods out what makes us resistant
To the good times so we won't waste them on
Good night fights or broken golden bracelets