Butcher's Paper

So lay me on the cutting board and cut what you don't need My heart and soul, what makes me me, til you're left with a pile of meat This string of thoughts is causing knots, use your cleaver to sever It's severe but clever, the ties that tie us together So wrap me in your arms Even if I have none Tendon and sinew Can you spare a few? And though our love's diseased You hate me piece by piece You splay me down from crown to rump, for the world to see You're precise with a knife and the daggers that you stare at me I guess this is what I get for sticking out my neck I would you use my voice to scream, but y'dun took that from me So wrap me in your arms Even if I have none Tendon and sinew Can you spare a few? And though our love's diseased You hate me piece by piece