Two sides to the same knife pushes through my...
I don't know where this is going but I think that...

Pen pressing scribbling pain
Writing or bleeding happening again...

Happens
Out of our control...

Dull
A butter knife...

A few final words
Would you honor me with...

You twinkle like a diamond
Outside in the rain...

Press the keys with trembling fingers
The sound they make, not quite in tune...

Put your head on my shoulder
It will be over soon...

We are socks
You and I...

Circular songs of music and dance
Dance around spinning words of romance...

So how is the show?
TV is for when you're mad...

Thoughts leave ripples in my head
Like a boat from shore to shore...