Hard Skin

I once had a friend, who always said, "you gotta have hard skin"
And that I was less a hopeless romantic, but more like a love without hope

I poured out my heart, watched my friend leave as I wept face down in the dirt
I beat myself up, I can't stand it, the bruises don't turn into love

I was so ignorant and full of confidence
That every splinter of luck made me feel like a champion.

I turned down your call, but I long to hear words you would never say
You don't have the patience for dreamers, but don't have the heart to be cruel

Things that you said are a stake through my heart
The tiniest splinter tears me apart
With pockets full, I'll sink down below
When words are as heavy as stones