Sometimes your heart breaks so bad
that everything on the inside,
spills out to the outside.
Like all your cells stack up on top of each other
to form a Great Wall of China,
or a Hoover Dam,
and try and stop all the blood from escaping
out of your forehead.
All your words turn frozen.
Not even the Sabertooths
or a hairdryer,
can set 'em free.
And even though you have lots of string,
and are good at knittin' and stitchin',
the hole in your heart stays empty,
beating less strong than before,
and when you listen closely,
you can hear air whistling' right through it.
When your heart's broke that bad,
there ain't no way to fix it.
