Weighing Out the Desirables

I don't have to be okay.
I don't have to be okay with it.
Sometimes saying that you will be there is enough.
I'll block your ears until it all passes.
Do you hear the sirens getting close?
And I won't tell, I won't tell them anything.
The taste of sugar on your wrists,
The calm with which you washed it all away.
I won't tell them anything.
And if my heart has to break I am glad it was in your hands.
There is nothing left to forgive,
Just look into my eyes for one last time,
In a few more hours this will all be gone
And you won't have to hurt anymore.
You won't have to hurt anymore.
These are our secrets that no one else can touch,
Just close your eyes, it is okay to just let everything go.
I'm glad it was in your hand.
It was in your hand.