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)