Words.
In the form of insults...

Life is a puzzle;
Forever changing shape...

Waltzing in the moonlight
Aware of the slight grip or his old fingers...

The air's always more dense when they're ready to...
Like bodies leaking pieces of shattered old soul...

I'm no more than a stone, in your eyes.
A statue, not quite made to standards...

A boy today, I met him so.
Making babies out of snow...

I heard about your news, today.
I thought it was a lie...

You've got me on my knees;
The blade is to my wrist...

Build up the bridges,
Burn down the walls...

James' hair is greasy as hell and he
smells like rotten bologna...

Here I am.
A narrator in your story...

If I were [is], I'd be smiling. But I am [was...
If [is] is content and easy-feeling...well, that...