[Verse 1] I took my chest and I opened it wide A hundred neat rows sitting inside A hundred small fractions of beating and red "Take what you need," is the whisper I said I handed them out to the crowd on the street To the cold and the passing, the ones I would meet And ninety-five kept them or put them away But five of them threw them where heavy boots tread. [Chorus] A hundred pieces of a single heart Scattered like dust when they tear it apart! You crush the fraction that I gave to you And the whole ninety-nine feel the fracture run through! It's a beautiful mess, it's a terrible trade To bleed for the people who walk on the blade! A hundred pieces, and some are just stone But the ones that are broken leave me half-alone. [Verse 2] I feel the sharp sting of a far-away heel Grinding a corner of glass that was real A sudden cold spasm, a shudder at night Somebody's throwing their fragment from flight I can't ask for return of the ones that they keep So I lie in the silence and count them to sleep The ninety-five holding, the five in the clay My divided chest beats in a strange, broken way. [Bridge] No math can repair this No formula heals The arithmetic pain of the way a heart feels Divide it by hundred, subtract three or four The remainder is bleeding all over the floor. [Outro] I still have the pieces... The ones they didn't break... But oh, the quiet ache... Of the ones they did.
