Muse Video (MV)

I feel ill when I'm holding your hand
Lovesick, I believe is the term
When you're pulling at the tension in my left rib cage
Makes the butterflies in me start to stir

And I'll break my insides just to make you room
Call my heart a home, Dear
I was made for you
Leave me in my darkness, my Muse

I feel turned when I'm holding your hand
Lovesick, I believe is what they say
When you turn mosaic pieces into rose-looking glass
And make life into another display

And I'll break my insides just to make you room
Call my heart a home, Dear
I was made for you
Melting paint on glass walls
I'll sure enjoy the view
Leave me in my darkness, my Muse

All my maps turned black once again
All alone and far away is all I see
Poisoned by the ink once used to concrete my hands
Now I'm letting my head start to sink

Set my skin on fire to smoke you out the room
Packed the rose mosaic pieces I used to look through
Tore out all the pages full of cursive recalls
Cut my nails on the shards of these four glass walls

And I'll break my insides just to make you room
Call my heart a home, Dear
I was made for you
In the end, who's at fault
Was it me or was it you
Leave me in my darkness, my Muse