All those empty cans of love
Piling up on the outside
Rusting away by
All the tears I've cried

Bent and dent
From all those lies
Crushed !
From all those tries

And like the fool I am
I reach for another can
Pry open the lid
I still have a little to give

Cold cans of love
Piled up high outide
A monument to all the times
I tried

Cold cans in the rain
Disintegrating
Turning to blood red rust
. . . my au fait