So unaffectionate, so insecure    You claim to know a thing or two about heartache    And what it's like to have your insides torn out    And I believe you    I see it every time your pallbearer's pallor is    obscured by the darkness (the darkness)    Dancing across your face (across your face)    and when the blackness veils your eyes in pain    I know what it's like when memories make you wince    And love letters read like obituaries    And photo albums are the books of the dead    I need no reminders no more reminders    I'll forget the past and lay it to rest       If I had my way    I'd cut the calluses    off your breaking heart    If I could get past the sternum    Cauterize those wounds with    Every kiss I could give to you    I'm holding your heart in my hands    The reason it still beats       Am I being too cryptic?    Am I being too obscure?    Am I being too cryptic?    Am I being too obscure?       Love kills, romance is dead    And I don't even trust myself    But I love you    And you can pull my wings apart    And pin me down under glass    Until the end of days if it can help you    Discover that we share the same pain    I just hope you write your thesis    Before your subject is dead    No life after death       If I had my way    I'd cut the calluses    off your breaking heart    If I could get past the sternum    Cauterize those wounds with    Every kiss I could give to you    I'm holding your heart in my hands    The reason it still beats (x2)