The Tin Man Gets His Heart

You hold your head in your hands

Your pregnant sighs are fully loaded

You hold your breath like a gun

Or just like a grenade before you throw it

Into the first place that you belong

Straight at the first face you can count on

You couldn't be more wrong

Not if you said the world was flat

And were the only one

You're scared they'll lead you on

But if you just leat your guard down

You'll find you're one of them

That bitter taste in your mouth

Shows you're still reeling from rejection

That cautious pace with which you walk

Shows just how quick you'll change direction

Out of the first place that you belong

Away from faces you can count on

Your hollow chest will rust

Or maybe cave in from lack of trust

You're grasping out at straws

You think everybody's out to pick at your flaws

You couldn't be more wrong

Because you're just like all of them