I was dreaming of
plain grass fields last night.
Of broken teeth
and devasted hearts.
Will you break those bones again?
Cause I can't stand
the way they hurt.
I'd break them and
break them and break them.
And purify them.
Cause I can't stand
the way they hurt.
The way when hurting is crushing.
The way when crushing is ceasing.
The way when ceasing is abandoning.
Cause I can't stand
the way of your way.
And I can't stand
your way when it doesn't hurt.
And when I don't wear
your favourite t-shirt.