You're like a bull in a china shop
Except with lovers
Shattering their hearts
Like the bull shatters glass
Into a million pieces
Jagged on the floor
When another tries to help pick them up
The pieces cut them and make them bleed, too
Emotions are like shavings swept up
Sweet times like sugar, tears like salt
Or poppy (seeds) like the high of love
There will always be 'granules' left behind
Someone will always be naive enough
To wave their red cloak
To distract you
To grab your attention
CLEAN UP IN AISLE 2!
Except with lovers
Shattering their hearts
Like the bull shatters glass
Into a million pieces
Jagged on the floor
When another tries to help pick them up
The pieces cut them and make them bleed, too
Emotions are like shavings swept up
Sweet times like sugar, tears like salt
Or poppy (seeds) like the high of love
There will always be 'granules' left behind
Someone will always be naive enough
To wave their red cloak
To distract you
To grab your attention
CLEAN UP IN AISLE 2!