She used to be the person,
who I would idolize...

It's sad that one mistake,
can put the future on hold...

My desires are beguiling,
a fabrication of the truth...

Like Cyrano and his nose,
I have many insecurities...

Below the murky water she lurks. As if she knows...

Empty space inside of me,
a front that reads no vacancies...

Crackles
heard from afar...

If you had many mouths to feed
And weren't well equipped to write or read...

Back to the bourgeoisie, you'll keep a man down...

Letter in the mail,
mom's in jail...

I wake up and I'm feeling drowsy,
already assuming my day will be lousy...

My bleeding, dying heart,
you tore my life apart...