Peace of Mind

Brittle bones
You broke at home
And mended on the run
Burning time
The thrill if it’s sublime
But call me when you’re done
I’d never want that, I never will
You don’t get my point of view
You don’t see things through
You never wanted to, dear
Got to find the marrying kind
Or cut it on your own
The bitter signs
The fun when it’s all done
You know what I fear
He’ll fuck you up
Until you’re tired and broken
You don’t get my point of view
You don’t see things through
You never wanted to, dear
And I don’t care what is in his heart
There’s a demon there in his throat
From his frozen cove he’ll tear you apart
And leave you melting there
In the running snow
Yeah, the snow
In the morning snow
Brittle bones
You broke at home
And mended on your own
You’ll never find
The peace of a clear mind
Rotting like that one
You don’t get my point of view
You don’t see things through
You never wanted to, dear