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