The Heart String & How To Pull It

Take care of this boy
His bones are made of glass
His blood is full of pearl
His eyes they are the sea
Into which we are drowning

You belong to no one
But there are many who love you
Pushing you on
The rain follows you closely
And I’ll be your shelter

This is your life
You’re still waiting to begin
Whose hands will lead you to the surface

We’re full of lead
The walking dead
Whose hands will lead us to the surface

My hands and my blood and my bones and
My heart on my sleeve
Waiting for someone to save me

I am drowning
It’s not that I can’t take care of myself
I’m just needing for someone to save me