August (Part Two) Hotel Books

I’m gonna chisel away at this rock
Until I get the shape that I want
And then I’m gonna continue to chisel it
Because that’s what I do when I find myself in a new relationship

Because I remember when this started out as mud
Mixed with water that turned to clay
And I would watch it break and break
And look more like the image I wanted to make

And it’s pathetic, I know
But it’s all anyone ever gave
‘Cause I was born a virgin
Covered in blood and free of sin
And that’s the exact shape I wanna make
When I jump off this bridge

I’m tired of trying to be something that I can’t be
And I’m tired of fighting for something that I can’t see
I’m finding new life in every regret
And finding regrets in everything I forget
And the second I’m at peace, I’m thrown off by my need
To make everything complete
‘Cause I’m a sucker for the Rule of Threes

You hurt me and I hurt you
But when I hurt you, something needed to happen
To give me some sort of closure
And I’m sorry for this poor posture
I just can’t stand up straight and take this like a man today
I’m too broken