Tolerances of the Human Face
I could beat my heart right out of my chest,
You can have my love and desecrate the rest
For these open hands are clutching at straws
And this open wound absorbs the salt
Chorus
This silent cry
Lock the door, don my public face
For I have become intolerably tolerant
And I’m not sure what to do with this
Throw out the rest
I could hope to hell this is a passing phase
If I lose my mind, some clarity might stay
For these plastic eyes, are struggling to see
And this empty soul will get the best of me.
