One night all wrapped in so many insecurities
I will fall down a well so deep
That I will drown all this death of you.
Should you come in contact with a memory made of me
You should derogate from all your safeties,
just enough to fold your turgid heart away.
Oh god you should have sung more quietly
All the neighbors heard your pretentious whines
And you could have saved your energy
To take yourself to bed with yr own willing hands
I cannot recall why you thought so much of me
What of my words and how they muster little but aesthetics.
I will slowly wind down this frigid clock hand
With a smallness full of hope
Fabricated from truth you misspoke.
