Do I Leave My Heart Here

So we sit like particles in matter
 You turn my head with your million dollar answers
 In this aching routine, why does it seem so hard to be here?
 Do I leave my heart here?
 Then you open me up and look inside me
 Like paper bags and little surprises
 The transition between multiple takes of surgery
 And we leave it open to interpretation
 Invisible remarks line up across my lap
 Like marching dolls I'm giving orders to collapse
 Dashing by into this aching routine
 Do I leave my heart here?
 Then you open me up and look inside me
 Like paper bags and little surprises
 The transition between multiple takes of surgery
 And we leave it open to interpretation
 Then you open me up and look inside me
 Like paper bags and little surprises
 The transition between multiple takes of surgery
 And we leave it open to interpretation