Songtext von Polished

It's time I put this elementary side of me to bed For my will has been marked, shared, and read But you can bury my whole body But leave my right hand to me Whoever wrote this confession down As delayed as it maybe This mirror is more than chrome Soon enough you'll be no more than stone And darling please be my own For I will build you up bone by bone But yours they're polished and stoic, encased Deceased, braced, and tightened. They are fake (So what the hell does that say of your grace?) And I'm not sure that you have ever been (in any place that proves your innocence) I don't have a thing to prove to Charlotte until spring This mirror is more than chrome Soon enough you'll be no more than stone And darling please be my own For I will build you up bone by bone