Atomic Theory of Bicycles

i should have known by the way you guard your heart
that this time toward harm the arc of passion bends
and all these reaching hands reach out for an end

go/what do you want from me
i'm not a simple girl dressed up in frailties
two steps off the porch, torn from her family tree
numb under broken ribs and tempered for sympathy

go/what do you want from me
i am a bitter, hard victim of fantasy
lit with a prudent smile
unnerving the fool somehow
spilled from my broken seams
now i'll spell it out

i relied on, i relied on
this regret turned down tonight
you relied on, you relied on
me to count your days in lies

this staggered heel is dropping feathers from my dream
but i am ankle deep in what i lost; you're all i found

and this sheep pulled from the flock
deserves its slaughter now
the east wind is chasing after me
and my cold hands are reaching out

go/what do you want from me
i'm not a simple girl; i'll be the enemy
with poison to curl your roots
and porcelain teeth the chew
the yield of all your worth
until nothing is left of you

go/what do you want from me
i am a bitter, hard victim of fantasy
stuck like a shadow to the chance that i won't become
the shadow sent to its knees
that swallows the last way out

we relied on, we relied on
downcast eyes and still trapped dreams
we relied on, we relied on
regrets kept in soft disguise
we relied on, we relied on
this last breath so cold and shy