Pictures don't speak, so break this
frame and let the glass drip down your face
All I can do is look, don't touch, so open your mouth and let your words pour free like mine
Teach me your music
Show me how to break your wrists on the grounds of a girl breaking your heart
Does this make sense?
But it works better
Make your face shine through these shades of black and white
And make your words lift off the page and scream
I will claim this day all my own, no one else, all my own selfish needs.