My heart splits in two and I imagine it extending out of my chest
Reaching for the first girl I'm attracted to
Or perhaps someone I used to be
And it wraps itself around them and throws us onto my bed
and leaves me there in that post-emptiness that surfaces when you do things like that
But my hope resides in an illusion of control which I hope is strong enough to save me
And save me for the time when my heart really can split