Looking in your eyes,
Hoping you will decay.
Unleashing all your everything,
So I can get a taste.
Wondering if when you crumble,
Will the townspeople fix you up?
Or will the pieces stay where were left,
Even though we all know that's not right.

Can I keep a part anyway?
A souvenir for all the trouble?
Can I sleep with a smile sketched on my face,
Even if it's from denial?