I took my heart of flesh and beat it till it turned to stone
I couldn’t let the blood flow,
Or watch it race to the finish line.
I needed to see the flat line, to know
That numbness had its victory.

My heart of stone won’t beat rapidly whenever it hears…
Whenever it feels you passing along
Stone is cold and can’t turn my blood to steam.
It can’t set the things your eyes can’t see
Into a forest fire.

The lack of heat won’t produce a blush
Or a humming bird whenever I scream,
“You’re no friend of mine!”
It’s set in shape and firm in place
So it can’t feel the empty space whenever
You’re gone.

And when you’re gone, my heart of stone will be unwise.
If won’t sink itself into a state of missing you.
Cold can’t create memories, cold can’t fear
That you’ll never return. This is why I damn near
Murdered my heart until it couldn’t feel a thing.
Until your fire ceased to burn.