Sealed in a mason jar,
formaldehyde holds my heart.
“you’ve got no one to love
so you don’t need this part.”
That’s the only thing they said
when they left me out for dead.
I had a heart, and it had a beat.
I had a beat, and I kept it pretty well.
But without a reason, it won’t do what it’s suppose to do.
I just need you here to encourage it through.
Cause I can’t do it alone,
with you scrambling opposite of home.
When you get far enough,
turn back and tell me what you find,
You’re running toward the unknown,
knowing you got better on your mind.
I served you well, I wanted your best!
“but there’s better out there” you certainly attest.
Least it’s stored well,
so you can revive it back,
when you realize everything out yonder
eventually begins to attack.
They don’t want your best,
they don’t want your style,
all they will take is your dress and your smile.
So wherever you sleep,
keep home on your mind.
cause this formaldehyde heart has been preserved for you to find.