this that and the other

make it like a peephole in my ribcage

check out the goods inside

maybe i was the swansong ideological

maybe you were the reason why

like never remembers the positives of sometimes

and overworked rhymes remind me

of midnight one way conversations

muted elation, realization

press pause on the NHL 2K11

while i swim in your thoughts, your consciousness admits

me to the stage show, front row

turn the lights low and dance

still you lust for romance, but i can't

i never could

we're wooden puppets while the puppeteer

stares out the window at weather

waiting for distractions

and we're ready for action

i'll be the instinct and

you be the heart