So you're the fucking tin man?nIf you only had a heartnYour eyes are rusted shutnToo caught up in yourself to startnnLetting down your guardnOr trying to discard your insulationnYou got fired before you could retire nOr hand in your resignationnnYou better she'd your skin, mannOr this is going to get more frustratingnInhale, exhale, repeatnBut you're still asphyxiatingnnLetting down your guardnOr trying to discard your insulationnYou got fired before you could retire nOr hand in your resignationnnThe ice is getting thinnYou better watch where you're stepping or you might fall innIt's no sin, and this is where the strings come innAll this pretending is wearing thinnnWe don't know where to startnWe shut down with the intent nTo prevent things from falling apartnnWe won't fall apart