It's not you

So I just finished an intensely sad song, which is actually kinda fun to sing in a really depressing way.

It's not you

You told me I was closed up like a box of secrets
and that you couldn't find the key,
or even a hammer to break me open,
but if you did, you would only find me broken

it's not you, my love.
My skin is made of sand
and every time you touch my skin
you tear my castle down.

I waited for the moment when I could be silent
and listen to the beating of our hearts.
But all I heard was whispers 'bout my shame...
couldn't hear you calling out my name

it's not you, my love.
My heart is made of wool
and every time you wash me over
I shrink away and fade.

I couldn't find a place to hide your love in my body
even if you broke through every bone.
It would slip away and fall 'fore I could say
"Sew me up and throw the needle away."

It's not you, my love.
My hands are made of flowers
and every time you hold them close,
you bruise their gentle viens.