So your heart

So,your heart may not be broken,we can only hope for the worst
You just can't keep from repeating,hand to hand,heart to heart
Break always in the dark...and always so much less special than the rest

Too many lips to weep a sad and seamy side to the same old storyline
The bitter winds of the last word so stale and so dimly dim

We could have one helluva time while god,he just looks away
But there's gum in the chairs that dance in my head & now can this be new again