Watched you slowly dig through my insides. Trying to mend my skipping heart.
Watch me shake an shake myself down to nothing, while you whisper its okay.
Prescribing me pills full of bad ideas, that might make things seem better.
As you try and piece me back together, turns out looking like some really bad weather.
Oh Heather make a sweater and I’ll sew it to myself like leather, oh Heather make me a sweater one that will hold my life together.
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