Text: Halifax. A Writer's Reference. Broken Glass Syndrome.

I did everything you did to me to you
But I?m out of ammunition
So I?ll take these words and fire then into your chest
Find a new place for them to rest
I Sieze up your insides scarring your flesh
Open up and let them in


I?ll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and strech my skin
Until my hands can
reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass
I?ll hand you the sharpest one
To place it right in my back
Yeah!

You did everything to me I did to you
This is the last song that your getting
Cuz we?re through
The only thing left perfect
Was things we put between us
Cuz you know I?m always right
And your postcards are saying
How good it feels not to have you here

I?ll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and strech my skin
Until my hands can
reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass
I?ll hand you the sharpest one
To place it right in my back


So far so good
It takes a miracle
You?re only half as good as someone to hear me in this well
Your last word isn?t

I?ll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and strech my skin
Until my hands can
reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass

I?ll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and strech my skin
Until my hands can
reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass
I?ll hand you the sharpest one
To place it right in my back