You treat me like a broken plate
That can't be glued together
A pitied sharp array of parts that have no place together
And I wanted you
I could see that I was hurting you
With every door I closed
With every stone I laid
With every pathway that I made
I had to make it mine
My heart is not your harvest
Not yours to reap and sow
Not even if you're taking what you think I owe
I owe you nothing
Don't you do that when you look at me
Like there's nothing where my heart should be
Like I'm better off as you and me
Like there's nothing good that I could be
I'm gonna pull it off
And you are the one who can't sit still
Who twists his words who bends his will
You are the one who can't give up
Even when you've given up enough
You treat me like a broken plate
That can't be glued together
A pitied sharp array of parts
That have no place together