I manipulated hearts today-
Without guilt I was in control
and it felt good.
With my own hands
I cut them,
With my own hands
I felt them,
With my own imagination
I twisted them until they fit just right.
Just like placing stars in
the magic of the night.
I cut out paper hearts today,
Twenty four of them.
It all seemed perfect,
One heart for every hour-
In a day,
That we're apart.
I moved them,
The hearts,
And shaped them-
And spread them apart,
Like time zones between here,
And Australia.
If only there wasn't a time zone bewteen us,
If only there wasn't your destiny and mine-
If somehow these hearts could beat together;
The rhythm to a love song-
But they cannot...
They're paper thin
hoping to win,
The hands of someone
to hold them.