Each swallow paid
it looked so surreal...

I wish I had a box
with a lid...

I never heard words so softly spoken
But should I have been afraid...

So loving, yet lacked
So loved, yet lacking...

He ripped a heart from a swollen chest
Beat me down to nothing more...

A faintly bold apparition in the fog
This clever piece of man...

He watches from his pedestal
What can he say or do...

1-800-missing
That's the number you call...

There once was a night
That I fell off my bed...

This same black routine
It will change in time...

Bring me back something sweet
A frosted memory...

With our well-earned fortunes
Feelings grow old...