Do You Ever Do?

So I just want you to know there’s a place here in my heart
Set aside for you, yeah, just for you
But it’s full of rusty nails and broken razor blades
Slowly stabbing me ‘till the day I die
So I’ll go and paint it grey from the inside
To match the rest of me
They say it takes some time to get over it but do you ever do?
The dark corners with webs
Hide the slow and steady ache
That consume the rest of me
The rest of me
Little reminders of you and, of course, some fuck you’s too
How they torture me so long, so quietly