i held the hand that held the rock that broke the glass out of the window i told a friend about a friend who said i m wrong yeah what does he know i slit the wrist i made a fist i tightened up and let the blood flow i told a friend about a friend he said i m wrong yeah what does he know and the sound of all of this was so appealing so simple in the secrets we were told i fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell i held the hand but couldn t stop the broken glass from coming too close we were ashamed it could not work but i moved too slow we tied our wrists but still insist we had not lost the strength on our own i told a friend about a friend he said im wrong yeah what does he know and the sound of all of this was so appealing so simple in the secrets we were told i fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell