Tim Kasher Follow

Would you like to join the crowd?
No one really cares about your hollow, hardened heart
Oh, Pinocchio, that nose will grow

And that's why you're alone
All your lies were shown
I wish I'd known before I fell for you

I feel the spider spin her web
Of numbness around my brain
Her tracks run down my spine
An arctic stream runs through my veins

Oh, Valentine, you were never mine
So never mind my resentment towards you
Or reasons for killing you
A fling for the winter, a bed full of splinters

So here's your records back
I made sure all of them were smashed
Only half the damage you did behind my back
Here's the telephone, I won't be needing one at all
Because if you ever call me I'd probably die of shock

I weeble-wobble hard
You better stay down this time
Always getting pushed around
Why can't you just stay down?

Oh, Gepetto knows you should never go
With someone made of wood
Because independence stings, you got no strings

You got no feelings
Love is just a scab you just keep picking at to keep it red
While you run the risk of infection
Or lies

All the scabs you gave have all been scarred away
Although I try to keep them alive
I'll probably die of loss of blood