Achilles

All the places That your hands are shaking, tracing through From a body waiting to be used To a body wanting getting used to You can hold me Show me off, but, oh, you never do You're scared of what I mean to you And how they'll use it to be mean to you too I could 'em them all down Why am I the one polite? It gets heavy being so light I can make you cry now I don't wanna prove 'em right, it gets heavy being so light And I don't wanna fight! All the faces Smiling bigger when you let 'em win And you're smaller every time you finish Beating up and on yourself again I wanna hold you But you shrink away, so I do too My Achilles always bent and bruised It'll kill me when you let me lose you I could throw it back now Why am I the one polite? It gets heavy being so light You could make me cry now I don't wanna prove you right, it gets heavy being so light And I don't wanna fight!