Razors

It is extremely difficult to sit all night next to someone who has your heart, and not reach out and touch him.  This I learned last night.  One day, I might just give up self-control and grab his hand.

But the song is not about that.

It's about as angry (and probably hurt) as I get.

Razors

Maybe it was me, and this is my fault
pretending you were wonderful and dancing right into your hands
but you never broke my fall
so you're the only reason this is how this ends
you've gotten rid of me, swept me aside like a pawn
well congratulations,
isn't that what you wanted all along?

CHORUS:
did you rehearse the things you said to me,
or did they just come naturally?
they were sharp like razors
were you afraid to get my hopes too high,
or did you plan it the whole time?
the memories cut like razors
actions might speak louder than words
but they both burn, they both burn
like razors
oh, they burn like razors

maybe one day, years from now,
I'll meet someone who is willing to love me somehow
and won't it be funny
when I break him, like you've broken me?

CHORUS:
did you rehearse the things you said to me,
or did they just come naturally?
they were sharp like razors
were you afraid to get my hopes too high,
or did you plan it the whole time?
the memories cut like razors
actions might speak louder than words
but they both burn, they both burn
like razors
oh, they burn like razors

BRIDGE:
I hope one day you can explain
why I don't have anything left to give away
'cause you cut it all out of me
until scars were all I could see
and I'm done chasing after flashes

(break)

well, congratulations,
isn't that what you wanted all along?

CHORUS:
did you rehearse the things you said to me,
or did they just come naturally?
they were sharp like razors
were you afraid to get my hopes too high,
or did you plan it the whole time?
the memories cut like razors
actions may speak louder than words
but they both burn, they both burn
oh-whoa, they both burn
they both burn like razors

like razors...

The bridge is intended to tie it all together.  And I think it does.

Please let me know what you think, if there's anyone out there.

Much love, and thank you for the musik.

Wrote a couple of notes - one in love, one in anger; they're lying there, dying, in the dresser drawer.

Did I plan, doing all of this for the love of a man? / Well, I let it happen anyhow / and what I'm feeling now / has no easy explanation, reason plays no part / heaven help my heart...