Broken Pinkies

If this is anything
That I'm not supposed to be
Please say it's over
It's over

We all sit on rooftops
At one point in our life
And think about our only loves
As we gasp at the thought
Of splatters on the concrete
And mistakes we're making with our hearts

And there it was
Facing towards the heavens
An answer to all of the above
Here I am
Racing towards collision
With an answer not from the above

If this is anything
You haven't felt for me
Please say it's over
And If I'm anything
That I'm not supposed to be
Please say it's over

In this room we were one
Fifteen after twelve I pinkie swore
And it was February 6th
I'd show you my collection
Of broken pinkies
But I don't think lovers should twitch

Just let me feel
Your breath against my lips
Why must everything
Be so uncertain?
As you draw up your conclusions
Anesthesia knife impale
My heart's never been
Ready for expulsion

If this is anything
You haven't felt for me
Please say it's over
And If I'm anything
That I'm not supposed to be
Please say it's over.