I can tell you all the secrets of a used and broken heart Wrap it up tight for you Tie it with a pretty pink bow. I can show you the scars that life leaves on us The Trail of Tears from here to nowhere A desert at the end and a lost home at our back. I can tell you that you’ll never actually know me Because the things I don’t tell Are the things that matter the most. But then that tends to be true of everyone We’re each losing a little bit of ground, day by day, As our quiet fears and hauntings rot inside us. All the battered pieces of which we compose ourselves They don’t make a pretty picture And all the arches and corners never seem to meet. How I loathe being damaged goods Unwanted and unable to change Unwilling to lie any more just to make my way. I have touched with tender fingertips My bruised edges and my jagged losses. They taste of different people and my fingers tremble. I’ve made my decisions and I’ll do my best to live with them But I don’t know where to go from here And my breath can’t quite reach the bottoms of my lungs. And I can’t quite touch the feeling in my head Or remember how I used to do it And from moment to moment I forget what I’m trying to do. First things first, We’ve gotta take the baby steps In an unraveling world you’ve gotta start with stopping the deconstruction. Talk to me and listen for the things I cannot say Tell me what happened and I’ll try To untangle the mess we’ve made.