What good do boundaries do? Throwing rocks at my window
Its been six weeks since we last spoke
Broken thoughts on my pillow
What good is asking for space? You decide what were near
Its been six weeks, you're not here
Throwing stones at glass hearts
Leaving stains as your mark
Try to remove the traces, the spaces
But your leaving stains
Picking up the last remains
Can't unpick the flowers you gave
Cleaning up the mess you made
Can't undo the stains
Can't replace
I think I broke my own heart, when I fell too hard
Throwing stones at glass hearts
Leaving stains as your mark
Try to remove the traces, the spaces
But your leaving stains