Take these lies in the palm of your heart

They are all that I have, this one box

That holds my entire life in

I bring flames of time burn, baby, burn

My life is on fire, bind my soul as you see fit

Compress the words that I have left from my mouth to silence

Plagiarize my works of almost art

Mimicking your timeless glance into my shorten lifelines

That circle the equator that is you

I span the world, I scan the world for someone that you cannot replace

Sing me a song, let me know how much you wouldn't care if I disappeared

The box is yours if you want it

This one's for courage, this one's for valor

This one's discouraged by words and commitment

And told you how I glance at other people

With the same sultry eyes of conceit

What gives you the right to hold the gates at a distance?

I cannot be matched by persistence nor time

I trust you more than I trust me

Deceive my blind eyes and trespass to my solemn vow

I won't make you cry so I can make you feel better

And I won't cry to make you feel whatever I want to make you feel

This one's the invitation, a song for me to clear my mind

Melting the ink to form a letter to bond we eternally

Two folded pages of words I can't say with enough conviction

To make you see exactly what I mean

The cello sings sad longer than my patience

I hear it on empty streets where my heart beats

This ghost town has skeletons that I can't see

My retinas see transparencies, so please tell me, what's wrong?

Let me see it through your eyes with no words, just touching

'Cause these words are as tired as the sun's predictable settings

This one is for determination, this one is for, me

This one has nothing to do with either of us

And are you from another time, another place of displacement?

Where our souls travel adjacent, and I smile without pretension

I feel the tension strain upon my hands you left with me

Subject me to social scrutiny for your self-benefit

I think it's probably best this way

You and I can never be together anyway

Any place, any time, with masked emotion and more words to decipher

Six-line phrases of stupidity

This rare photograph shows me as an old man, and I see myself all alone

All these trinkets got stories I would tell you

But you listen with biased ears and no questions for me

As my response, an empty box, wide open, and it's yours if you want it