Originally Posted by hermione

i'm building up this bridge
just to tell you that wasn't your lie
no, the things you read into
don't always belong to you.

All the lonely men, the weapons of choice
i carved my name into them,
but found them bloodless,
i filled in their names with black ink

twenty miles high, the skyline built on
a typewriter's clacking keys
26 ways of unlocking into me
i offer them all, up to you

don't misplace the threads, please
they've sewn me back together so tightly
but being in pieces is not unthinkable
when those parts rest in your hands.