All the places
That your hands were shaking, tracing through
From a body waiting to be used
To a body wanting getting used to

You could hold me!
Show me off but oh you never do
You're scared of what I mean to you
How they'll use it to be mean to you too

I could tear them all down!
Why am I the one polite?
It gets heavy being so light
I could make you cry now
I don't wanna prove them right
It gets heavy being so light
And I don't wanna fight

All the faces
Smiling bigger when you let them win
And you're smaller every time you finish
Beating up and on yourself again

I wanna hold you!
But you shrink away so I do too
My achilles always bent and bruised
It'll kill me when you let me lose you

I could throw it back now!
Why am I the one polite?
It gets heavy being so light
You could make me cry now
I don't wanna prove you right
It gets heavy being so light
And I don't wanna fight