Limbs

Tell me you're impressed
And all the promises that I kept
Left a mark in your head
That you'll stay with me till the end
I re-arrange all the limbs I have
Place me in boxes, wrap me by hand
Till all that is left
Is but an ache in my chest

I'll let you down
Any second now
I'll be your lie
If you'll be mine

I'd follow your lead
And replace all I've been
Become what you need
A pretty face in your gallery

I'll say too much
But not quite enough
I'll be your lie
If you'll be mine