Heart Carved Tree

I held the hand that held the rock that broke the glass out of the window

I told a friend about a friend who said I'm wrong yeah what does he know?

I slit the wrist I made a fist I tightened up and let the blood flow

I told a friend about a friend

He said I'm wrong yeah what does he know?

And the sound of all of this was so appealing

So simple in the secrets we were told

I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell

I held the hand but couldn't stop the broken glass from coming too close

We were ashamed it could not work but I moved too slow

We tied our wrists but still insist we had not lost the strength on our own

I told a friend about a friend

He said I‘m wrong yeah what does he know

And the sound of all of this was so appealing

So simple in the secrets we were told

I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell