Heart On The Floor

I've always made myself less

So that you’d love me more

I tore my heart from my chest

You threw it on the floor

I cut my tongue from my mouth

And held it still, in my hand

And even with it pulled out

It began to make its demands

Seems I've always held my tongue

To insure the peace

Bit my lip and undone

The squeaky wheel gets the grease

But today, I can't keep it quiet

It's time now, that it is heard

A run of the mouth, riot

Until you've heard every word

So, won't you please take a seat

And we will get this thing started

While my tongue and I, get things heated

Beware, these words are not for the fainthearted