Pick

It seems to me you're just another
Version of someone else I used
To know. I've picked you apart
Examined and rebuilt you
So many times I could do it with eyes closed.
I need a change, need you to be
More than man or memory, so I'll take
Your parts and build you wrong
Leave you be, and if you're strong
And if it's right and it's your will
You with knife and good intentions
Will tear open my heart,
And pick me apart,
While I lie still with no contention.