A Dump Truck Full of Staples

If my heart breaks and there’s no one around Does it still make a sound Does it still fall to the floor And shatter on the ground And if I buy a million rolls of duck tape And a dump truck full of staples Can I patch it back together If I took a mile of cloth and wound it around Would it mend back If I made sure it was tightly bound If I was asked to give it all And I gave it Should I expect something in return When’s it my turn Who’s going to catch me when I fall You asked me to hold your world Like I was Atlas balancing it on my shoulders But it was more then that You asked me to do it walking a tight rope Up in the air As if I were a cat Who could land on my feet But there was no safety mat I’m more like a kite With need of a string So when the winds blow me about I have someone that can bring Me in So when I’m out there taking on the storm And even if I get ripped And even if I’m a little torn I’m still anchored like a ship at sea But my ships titanic And I got pulled down And my heart played the captain Staying with his ship As it drown As it was pulled me 6 feet underground But my hearts not a vampire That can rise out of the grave It can’t heal itself after each encounter Its more like a zombie Rotting and falling apart Not knowing better then to keep moving Even when its not recognizable as a heart But nobody said zombies were smart I built my heart like a comet To burn bright across your midnight sky But if you remember in class a comet doesn’t fly Its falls It falls into the atmosphere And if it doesn’t get burnt up If it lands somewhere near And I was to pick it up and be like here It would be a cold black lump It would be a hard rock A starting block In a wall That would put china to shame That could stop a freight train And if there’s someone to blame Its me Because I was given eyes to see And if I would of used them to look back I could of seen it wasn’t meant to be