I took a plate, and threw it so far.
Until it was out of sight.
My leap of faith wasted, letting myself scar.
Doing my best to find the light.
I found a couple pieces, scooping them back together.
I tried to make it right,
My skin is tough like leather.
But it still tears.
I feel lighter than a feather when I'm with you,
But you can't let go.
I threw you.
I've stained the snow.
I add and I add, to my collection of broken plates,
Such delicate things, why do I break them?
You took the bait,
These pieces can't be hemmed.