Swimming through thoughts to find you again
Branded before discarded her collection is
Stagnant and rotten her affection is
Problem drunk, and loose pages found astray
Dreams consume me and ground further away from this world
But shelled in with you, things are strangely sublime
The white coats, the starched front
I am a blunt knife to your butcher's steel and if you care enough..
Alas, I'm cast away from you again
You're gone, and the hollow of my head has sunken in
I only desire your attention
And if you care enough, we could mend these worthless hearts of ours..