There’s plastic on yourLiving room furnitureThen there’s that brand new black sports car you never driveYou say I make love look easy and that’s cause it isWhen you get down to it there’s really nothing elseYou got that shiny red heartIn your chestYour little boy intentions areLaced with goldBut what’s the use of that big heart if you can’t make it go?It may look so pretty but there’s really nothing elseMake it goMake it goMake it goI don’t know where to put youSo I think I’ll find a soft place and I’ll set you downI think I’m done carrying this weightThat’s me and youIt’s not what I want to doBut there’s really nothing elseLetting go of you is like pullling off a bandageOf an old wound that healed so long agoYou better make it quickCuz these things tend to stick (yeah, they do)It’ll hurt for a momentThen you’ll feel nothing elseMake it goMake it goMake it goMake it goMake it goMaybe I’m ready to loveSomething realSomething that might evenTalk backMusic has the ability to heal meIt even takes away painBut something tells me I need more than that