“They've healed me to pieces.”

“Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.”

“Healing wasn’t always the best thing. Sometimes a hole was better left open. Sometimes it healed too thick and too well and left separate pieces fused and incompetent. And it was harder to reopen after that.”

“This becomes the pattern of being alive: cut apart, heal together, cut apart, heal together. Everything breaks down into smaller and smaller pieces, but I'm still able to call them all in, know their names, keep track of them.”

“Look at meMy depth perception must be off againCause this hurts deeper than I thought it didIt has not healed with timeIt just shot down my spineYou look so beautiful tonightReminds me of how you laid us downAnd gently smiledBefore you destroyed my lifeWould you find it in you heartTo make this go awayAnd let me rest in pieces (let me rest in pieces)Would you find it in you heartTo make this go awayAnd let me rest in pieces (let me rest in pieces)Look at meMy depth perception must be off againYou got much closer than I thought you didI'm in your reachYou held me in your handWould you find it in you heartTo make this go awayAnd let me rest in pieces (let me rest in pieces)Would you find it in you heartTo make this go awayAnd let me rest in pieces (let me rest in pieces)Would you find it in you heartTo make this go awayAnd let me rest in pieces Would you find it in you heartTo make this go awayAnd let me rest in pieces”

“Infamy! Infamy! They've all got it in for me!”