Transparencies

So tell me is it immoral to break this glass I wait for you behind
And cut out the piece where your fingerprints lay
Where is the hand
Oh where is the hand to accompany them

So tell me is it immoral to break this glass I wait for you behind
Breaking my bones so you’ll filter all the pieces

Am I biting just to break my jaw
Or is my jaw breaking because I am biting

Since when does everything break
And give you permission to watch behind the fingerprinted glass

It is impossible to break this glass the way you broke my heart