by now you must feel my burning gaze in every mirror you breeze by it’s haunting, right? the way i can make something out of nothing and give even less

perhaps it’s the fact that my parts came disassembled packaged up in one hot mess shipped in a blaze of destruction from east to west

be patient while i pick your pieces apart in a panic walls might crumble though they once were cast in granite and when i find my way to cross the line i'll be satisfied just my the ability to make you mine

goodbye