little did you know this day would come
our unspoken promise: broken, done
i’m no one’s necessary shoulder, no
it figures that my frame would seem too slight
my tears’ll fail at your funeral
eyes dry: a way to say I’m alright

blood gets nowhere with this heartsicle frozen in place
oh no… no fair… you cut but you cut in vain whatever you say

we can be a tricycle: hop on
could you keep your poise were my wheel gone?
oh no concern, i’m used to walking now
it’s better for my lungs and for my heart
i can’t afford to waste another word
on sentences that finish what they start

keep your distance close; no need to get near
if you do intrude the cost is clear
offer my reply: “what is it to me?”
you could never thaw cold-hearted me

ice flows so slowly and if only
there’s enough to make the mountains melt
under the ocean so much frozen
drifting silent just the peak to be seen

pour your story out ready to be served
i’ll provide the glasses and sugar
does it burn your tongue? i’ve got just the thing
for your comfort thank cold-hearted me

it’s not like another problem that i’m solvin’
no one else was as surprised as me
i’m thinking often we could soften
maybe give ourselves somewhere to fall upon

(my heartsicle is frozen… it’s vain to cut it open)

it’s a miracle my blood gets thru my veins
with this heartsicle frozen in place
check my pulse tho maybe i don’t want to know
you cut but you cut in vain whatever you say