Heaven's What You Make of It

Something elemental has its grip on me
Pulling me into the blue
Play it soft and gentle like that symphony
That you snuck us into
Didn't think you just brush me off like a dead moth
From the windowsill, lost in the dust
Said you never meant to hurt anyone, that's my fault
You pulled the deepest quill I ever lost

With a quill so sharp, you can't be held responsible
And I thank you for your honesty
When you say it's nothing personal
Won't you pen that sonnet to me?
Thank you for your, thank you for your, thank you for your honesty
Thank you for your, thank you for your
Won't you pen that sonnet to me?

Write the beauty of my eyes, but the ink's run dry
Piss my name into the snow
Descended from the sky, my last flight
You know that you're no longer alone

With a quill so sharp, you can't be held responsible
And I thank you for your honesty
When you say it's nothing personal
Won't you pen that sonnet to me?

Touch it to your tongue, tongue
Taste a little blood
Heaven's what you make of it
Thank you for your honesty
Wear it down, down, down
To a little nub
Heaven's what you make of it
Thank you for your honesty
Touch it to your tongue, tongue
Taste a little blood
Heaven's what you make of it
Thank you for your honesty
Wear it down, down, down
To a little nub
Heaven's what you make of it
Thank you for your honesty
Touch it to your tongue, tongue
Taste a little blood
Heaven's what you make of it
Thank you for your honesty
Wear it down, down, down
To a little nub
Heaven's what you make of it
Thank you for your honesty
Touch it to your tongue, tongue
Taste a little blood
Heaven's what you make of it
Thank you for your honesty
Wear it down, down, down
To a little nub
Heaven's what you make of it
Won't you pen that sonnet to me?