Pull off the screwed on top and watch the bubbles burst watch the liquid fizz and feel your heart immersed in all the crazy hiss of a thousand tiny words whispered in your ear by a thousand tiny birds who were flying oh so near but they came a little closer they lift up their tiny wings their humming hearts were whirring, you couldn't hear a thing let's do this! we can fix it, we’ve only got to twist it bend it, make it fit into the box we've made for it we've got this and we gotta try there's nothing left but do or die we've got to pull this off! we’ve got to pull this off! and don't even try to stop me cause I won't stand for it and I won't be slain, I am not a heart to be won, I'm not the sleeve you’re gonna wear it on I’m not hiding out in dark caves on the outskirts of the city while it burns I am not a script you're gonna study I'm not a lesson to be learned. but they came a little closer, they were flying oh so near and you could hear a pin drop, and everything was clear let's do this! we can fix it, we’ve only got to twist it bend it, make it fit into the box we've made for it we've got this and we've gotta try there's nothing left but do or die we've got to pull this off! we’ve got to pull this off! but oh what fun it was when days were long and full of sun when knees were scraped and friends were made and then friendships came undone let's do this! we can fix it, we’ve only got to twist it bend it, make it fit into the box we've made for it we've got this and we've gotta try there's nothing left but do or die we've got to pull this off! we’ve got to pull this off!

Pockets full of spare keys to houses I don't live in anymore They weigh me down completely but I cannot seem to let them take their leave of me After so long of carrying sharp words on my tongue I've earned the right to be earnest When you pare it down to the last few things well the last few things to get done are always the hardest Two hundred and six bones But only one heart When the wood house it burns down All that's left are bolts and hinges, nails and screws We couldn't hold it all together When the flame lit the fuse Two hundred and six bones But only one heart Lately we work all the time To keep our hearts from getting broke Afraid of missing out Afraid of letting go Two hundred and six bones But only one heart

change your disguise it’s a good thing to wear so many coats so many hats, so many gloves pull back the layers and change the scene when the going gets tough and it’s a good thing to wear so many shoes in case you get caught stepping on the cracks throw the soles onto a pile and burn them on the tracks change your disguise don’t be afraid to cover up your eyes do what it takes and step into another lie and it’s a good thing you always travel light it makes it that much easier to slip away no one would recognize you now with your new face not even in the broad light of day so change your disguise don’t be afraid to open up your eyes do what it takes and step into another lie you were always such a pretty girl you always turned their heads you were always full color front page but now you’re classified instead and I know it’s hard to wrap yourself in black the living shouldn’t play the dead I know it’s hard to disappear into the crowd and still see the road ahead but change your disguise don’t be afraid to look them in the eye do what it takes and step into another lie

cage the sadness runs along underneath a million volt wire you're afraid to touch throbbing just below your chest bones you think the shock would kill you but it turns out it's just a buzz ‘cause the heart is just a muscle hurting cause it's guarding something else that's buried deep inside and you cannot dig your way to it you can't tunnel that far you can't reach out to the other side but you come to visit me sometimes and you rattle at the gate and I throw rations across the lines and we sit around and wait for a jailer to set us free from a cage that we create and i see comments you left and you see the words i wrote and we pass the chalk back and forth and sometimes you leave a note and it's like we're in some strange suspense of past and present tense in an on-screen world surrounded by its electric fence but you come to visit me sometimes you rattle at the gate and I throw rations across the lines and we sit around and wait for a jailer to set us free from a cage that we create and i keep my eyes peeled for the glimpse of steel and the dagger in the woods and i watch my back ‘cause i know that you would stab it if you could but you come to visit me sometimes you wear your name tag boldly and i, i cover mine and we sit around and wait for a jailer to set us free from a cage that we create and you come to visit me sometimes and you rattle at the gate but i am safe here on the other side and we sit around and wait for a jailer to set us free from a cage that we create