You seem a bit used
but not in the sense of beaten or bruised
You tastes have been drained, and secrets accused
the jack is out of the box and the weasel has gone pop
So what is it your trying to do?

Your vibrant arrays have drifted to grays
and moments lengthened to days
give me a call when you reclaim a soul
i assume this is all just a phase

But in actuality it was the contrary

your fire was burned to an ash
was flicked but it missed the glass
now an empty bottle clanking along a path
and your cork had been left in the grass


Don't get used