I've never been motivated to get my heart in shape, and I guess it's a little too late.
That little guy can beat so soo fast, but I think it's finally stopped at last.
I'm under cardiac arrest, my blood runs warm but my heart is cold.
I don't want to live happily ever after all, I'd settle for my own hand to hold.
I'm getting kind of old and my mom is, too. And I always hear it, I think we look a like too.
I don't think her heart will ever go cold but it's the best lesson I've learned
to give up on the ending before it has it's chance to turn
on me. It's all on me.
Did you know that a blue whale has a heart the size of a car?
I like facts because they simply are what they are.
They stay that way, they don't budge or sway.
With them, you hardly ever have to experience the melancholy of change.
The sadness that happens when you lose something you've grown accustomed to.
They can develop but it's always the same thing there,
And thank God they don't come with those silly masks I always accidentally wear.
I've changed to my alter it seems, and in the end I think all I've got is this cold cold rock deep in my chest to spare.
I've still got beautiful dreams, I like the ones where I'm underwater,
in those dreams my lungs are just as useless as the stone that tiredly holds me under.
And thats just when I lose all my human etiredy
I gladly let it go and I'll never let you know how much
I wonder...