The Buttered Toast Always Hits The Floor (Orleans XXXIII '91)

The buttered toast always hits the floor
Face down
The dirt sticks to the butter
Excuse the pretentiousness that follows but
My heart
is like a piece of buttered toast
Please keep the butter clean
What?
Is that what we thinks it is?
Vulnerability?
I'll wrap it in a metaphor so it isn't very clear
But yes
That is exactly it