Part IX of Omitting My Confessions

I wish you could read the words on my heart,
but your too busy marching the other way.
Yes it hurts, maybe it was meant to,
but either way, there's never a sign from you.

I'm looking for an indication to turn around,
that my head and heart are screwed on wrong,
I'm not a mummy wrapped and in a coffin,
I'm a living, breathing, human in the back of your mind.

*Soon you can't deny it completely,
cause no matter how you try,
you can never get rid of me
but your going to desperate extremes.*

So here's a glove, but no hand to wave goodbye,
I'm getting used to the casualties you take on me,
but the death rates are no longer consistent,
you're falling out of faith and taking second glances.

What happened to denying the thoughts you think,
where'd the lies go about how you really feel?
I'm starting to think that your breath was sweeter,
when it lacked innocence and certain kinds of fear.

*Soon you can't deny it completely,
cause no matter how you try,
you can never get rid of me
yet your going to desperate extremes.*

Stroking patterns of my pen, ink on my face,
and its for nothing but rolling eyes.
I'm having trouble seeing your love at all,
through the cracked and jagged edges of this glass.

These letters are useless now,
when you won't let the roots of my words unfold,
when you won't even open the note i sent,
I should of known not even fed-ex hearts can save us.
(No not even fed-ex hearts can save us now)

*Soon you can't deny it completely,
cause no matter how you try,
you can never get rid of me
yet your going to desperate extremes.*

So here's my heart, (my fed-ex heart)
and the manual to throw away.
I was a shiny new thing on the ground,
and you only picked me up to drop me,
(yea you only picked me up to drop me)

I wish you could read the words on my heart,
but your too busy marching the other way....
and I should of known,
not even fed-ex hearts can save us.