my heart didn't come with a label babe,
but i tried to warn you
not to hold too tight;
its edges were trained to cut.
the feeling of a thousand stars
bottling dust in these cracked jars
swaying in winds of sealed kisses
returned for my broken dreams
this plate we've exchanged
near believable promises on is cracking
and i'm running out
of lights to turn off at night.
i told you i was sharp
"not lyin'," but the world has dulled our edges
until even smiles
become simply pedestrian
and we obey the stop signs
just like herded sheep
not wanting to become
a man's plate of mutton.