My Sputnik Sweetheart

You let yourself lose control

And wanting to feel more

You can lie down like a skeleton

Bones in view

Lend some time to come in

My sputnik sweetheart sighs

I don't want to meet your friends

Hold me do

Learn to eat like nothing's left

Who is your influence

Losing sense of self and place

Asking who

If beds are known as place to rest

My rest is built on fear

When did you stop to ask if I wanted to

Many cuts from pointy doors

A room can get so small

Hardly pass and breathing's gone

I keep seeing these decapitated crow's heads

Lying around on the way home from my bus

Hard encounters breaking bones

If something is porcelain fragile

Your shirt surely breaks the fall

If someone's (someone's) fragile (made

(In) porcelain (porcelain) fashion (fashion)

Look around, watch yourself

Is it what you want, look around

Watch yourself

Is this really what you want

Your friend invented friendship

Shards cut, watch yourself

Is this really happening

New friend, small rooms too shy to say hi to your imaginary friend

Too loud, watch yourself

Hope it's happening, hope it's happening

Inferno, watch yourself

No one's ever seen you as a friend

Not that you'd notice

Not that I'd want less

When you can bother

And when I can too

Let's visit one another

And remember why we don't do

Went along again and I can't beat myself up enough over it

I can't please myself

So I resort to pleasing you

Now that my rib cage shows

I'd love to rip it up for you

There lie my organs like a maze down to my heart

Should you find yourself within arms reach I'd close myself up again

You'd have my heart

And I could never see you again

(If you need a reference to compare with, and no one is around)

(If you're painted, does it count)

(If you feel so very vulnerable, and helpless in their arms)

(Then what's the point, in sharing your flaws)