Home is where the heart is
How many arteries can you cut before you have to leave?
I think I lose a bit of my heart, every time you die
And that’s why I’m so dizzy 
Every time I stand
I have nothing to stand for
Without your arms to catch me
Would you want me to fall?
Or should I stand, 
As long as you 
Can’t?

How long before a home is broken?
Cracks turn to chasms so fast, and I think
It’s easier to sink into quicksand
Without roots
To hold

Can you really put down roots
If you know they’ll someday be cut off?
Since the day I first lost you, I 
Began to fall, and where
Was I when you did?

When I’m away from home,
I’m so unsteady. I can live halfheartedly, almost
Ignore the shaking. Even if I’m eroding,
I’ll be okay,
Right?

I shouldn’t be okay if you aren’t,
Should I? In the wreckage, my heart’s
Still beating, cracks
In the ground
Don’t quite mean my life is leaving

So I share my blood with you today
Perhaps out of guilt
How much heartbreak will it take
For love to overtake it?
For you, I’ll hope that there’s a day
For your seeds to unbreak it