Brick bones/we've got cement in our lungs. Take big breaths of nothing at all.
we are made of stronger faster braver stuff than (what?) anyone is willing to believe. [[Less like a leaf and more like the tree itself = YOU ARE SOLID.
Fists never broke through bark so tough. Don't you go breaking down on me, too.]]

Ours is a delicate balance of color (and now we're frantic) [based on violence and (lies she has to tell to cover up the fact that nobody trusts her.)] escalating slowly and it pops. CRISIS.
Our bubbles burst every twenty years [minutes] or so.

They built her out of scrap metal,
and the glint of possibility reflected off her teeth (shards/shrapnel)

Turn up the heat in the oven [[and the whole world goes black.]];
Economics of the status quo, our social structure is (propriety &)
big smiles on faces aching from the burden of the sadness behind it. You're the Panic of my Life, but not the Depression. Nobody breaks windows over someone like you.

He looks just like my ex-Lover in the dark and I jump out of my skin, but for different reasons. (Oh no, don't you cry. Don't you hang your head.) can't get close enough, i tell him, and claw at the seams of his neck and shoulders. i've got to get in! Don't you want to know? Don't you feel like it's your right?
Curiosity didn't kill anything but ignorance.

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG! THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG!
But she doesn't talk about it and you won't get anywhere looking for it in her dreams/her eyes. Actions speak [[louder than louder than louder than]] and we listen: LISTEN! Points/appointments/disappointments = nobody ever keeps track of the score because there isn't one. He wasn't a fast reader, but he always understood the lessons.

"It's my job to fix you, since I helped created you," he said, as he pulled out his hammer. Men repair women by breaking them to bits.