Five-Eight Follow

i have a hole where my sternum should have been. and i tug and i pull upon my smoother skin. things happen inside us. a surgeon's hand can heal. you have found me out. but i'm to your liking. perfect imperfect with fingers tentative. i have no need to reject cause now i need to mend. oh surgery what's wrong and with you i can go on. it's right between my legs. i need you to say go. once upon a time i took my first trip. you stand over me injecting the seeds of sleep. a pain between my legs. this fleeting nameless ache. counting backwards down from ten. you know i never had a chance. to ever fall in love. i've never held a girl. i've never been above these childish foggy thoughts. oh surgery i'm yours to make with me a man. oh surgery what's wrong. i hope you understand. all manner of evil. all men are of evil. completely knock me out. and take these demons out. and cut from within my soul. this angry little hole. oh surgery i'm yours to make with me a man. oh surgery what cost. i hope you'll lend a hand