I want to give you every charm
And snap you like a twig when morning comes
Then every little piece may come undone
As water runs
To take the pieces
What emotion is this
That keeps you to your wits
Garments twisted and contorted in a line
When I could have sworn
That your ego was torn
Your fluff removed and filled anew with twine
Should I take this as a sign
You and your convoluted alibis
Will trick and try
To pass us by
And who are we to deny
Such idle hands
We can feast underground with the remnants of your old home
As you stretch to decide which move will make the right sound
They can try and compete for the shadows under your seat
Can avoid brighter eyes that annoyed better tones still devoid and earthbound
Such a small sound