Furniture

I am only flesh and bones
Splintered glass and tattered clothes
Behind the skin, my fragility
Behind the skin, a skeletal impracticality
I am only pieces of you
Held together with paper glue
Behind the skin, my divinity
Behind the skin, my only sanctuary

You can lean on me, have a drink on me
Leave your mark all over me
Paint the outside 'till it smiles
You can eat off me, rest your head on me
Press yourself on top of me
Kick the back until it's quiet

All in all I'm just furniture
Just another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set
All in all I'm just furniture
In these four walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip

My wooden heart it sings no more
This dress I wear [bad word] the floor
Behind the skin, a living, breathing thing
Behind the skin, a place you've never been

You can lean on me, have a drink on me
Leave your mark all over me
Paint the outside 'till it smiles
You can eat off me, rest your head on me
Press yourself on top of me
Kick the back until it's quiet

All in all I'm just furniture
Just another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set
All in all I'm just furniture
In these four walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip

I am only flesh and bones
Splintered glass and tattered clothes