Weak Palms

Lay to rest this broken beating thing inside my chest
I guess it keeps me waiting for you even though
You left me in shattered pieces on the floor once more
I'm still calling you again
Tying up the lines so we can both pretend that we'll make this right

It's four o'clock and I still can't sleep
I'm torn apart but I'm counting sheep
I don't have the guts to get through the night
I'm so scared I'll never get this right

Please be true, this fragile, fractured heart belongs to you through and through
Pick up all the pieces, stitch them back to new
Hold them in your weak palms till they're black and blue
I'm still calling you again
Tying up the lines so we can both pretend that we'll make this right

It's four o'clock and I still can't sleep
I'm torn apart but I'm counting sheep
I don't have the guts to get through the night
I'm so scared I'll never get this

I can't make it alone anymore
I can't take this my heart is so sore
I can't make it alone anymore
I can't take this, I can't take
I can't make it alone anymore (I'll never get this right)
I can't take this my heart is so sore (I'll never get this right)
I can't make it alone anymore (I'll never get this right)
I can't take this, I can't take

It's four o'clock, I still can't sleep
I'm torn apart but I'm counting sheep
I don't have the guts to get through the night
I'm so scared I'll never get this right