Rainer Maria - Tin Foil текст песни

God damn it,
I'm not talking about my heart
Like it's something you could break.
There's no convincing you
I'm not sick.
When i say "heart",
Nothing comes to mind.
Drug stores make me feel good.
Think of silver around my wrist,
I'm not well.
Your chest is a cage for my letters,
And your handwriting's better than mine.
God damn it,
I'm not talking about my heart
Like it's a tinfoil valentine.
Call an ambulance.
I don't want to walk home alone.