bruised knees

she's trapped in a house that she built
of dead old leaves and mud and pain
she's tied her heart down to an old dream
that’s only real cuz its the same

and she's storing her tears for a star that
died before its light struck her eyes... she says

i'm nothing more than my reflection
i'm nothing more than my exhausted dreams
i'm nothing more than a selection
of lying emotions and bruised knees

there’s a man that lives down her street
lives a gospel of apathy
he reaches for an empty love
to fill his empty need

and he’s crying out in his bedroom
can I be freed from my heart… he says

am I more than my reflection?
am I more than my exhausted dreams?
am I more than a selection
of lying emotions and bruised knees?

i want to be like water
and slip through my fingers
i want to be like sunlight
the warmth on her back

can we be more than our reflections?
can we be more than our exhausted dreams?
can we be more than a selection
of shattered hearts and bruised knees?

i want to be more than my reflection
i want to be more than my exhausted dreams
i want to be more than a selection
of faded moments and broken dreams

You made me more than my reflection
You made me more than my exhausted dreams
You made me more than a selection
of lying emotions and broken knees