Broken arms

Reaching for the doors again

Who do I have to know?

Who do I have to know?

Hand me down

Casts conceal my body

So many fractured bones

So many shattered homes

Memories playing inside my head

Like filmstrips at matines

Would you still miss me if I was on screen?

Would you still call for me?

Sore little fingers are scraping off dirt

Tired eyes staring up over the clouds

Did it disturb you when I fell apart?

Pictures of car crashes cover her heart

Promises used to feel so full to me

Is this really the truth, the reality?

My body's useless, senses are too

Now that you’re alone, what will you do?

Say you miss it, say you don't

Say you miss it, all of the things we would talk about

Say you hate it, say you don't

Say you love it, all of the things we would talk about

All of the things we would talk about

All of the things we would talk about