Frail Heart Trapped In Frail Bones

Tonight is the one hundredth and seventy fifth night I stare at these bars made of bone Frail enough I could push through If only I could lean my weight on them Then maybe I'd escape and scream Yelling at the world how you've wronged me Locking me away like a criminal A low life scum Is it so disgusting that I trusted you But now you've put me here So you could have time to scrub The memories of me off your floors I'm still bleeding My desire drips from my mouth While agony falls off my cheeks I try to brush it away But it just seems to mix together in my hands The very same pair of hands That you used to brush your hair While you'd fall to sleep listening to my heart beat That chest's so weak now With frail bars keeping in my heart Holding it from spilling out of my chest Careful not to let it pool in on your living room floor again