Never Enough

If I wear my heart on my sleeve You unravel the thread No need to grieve For I am already dead You should have listened To the words that I said Instead you were trapped By the thoughts in your head If I pull the knife out of my back You sharpen the blade If trump is hearts I have a handful of spades If I light a match You pour gas on the flame If I served you a meal on a silver plate Youd ask why it's not gold And told me dinner was late If I told you to leave Youd glue yourself to the floor If I gave you everything You'd always want more.