The Holes Of My Heart

Broken heart disease

There's deep holes through my heart
That you poke your fingers in
The red sand spills through the edges
And you take a minute to ponder
Such curious holes
Made not from a worm
Such curious holes
Fit a finger or two to churn
My heart is bleeding
But your fingers have legs
And my chest is a map to explore
My heart is dying to hear you again
And your voice is in the wind gone
You finger and f**k
But my heart is out of luck
And I can't find the words to say why
I walked away from it
But my heart stayed where I sit
And the holes get bigger with each step