Cold cut-and-dry your logic’s never soaked in Emotion like mine is it? I know the Pieces are right where you want them not in The right places but the picture is what You wanted to see all along I think
Do you ever lie awake like I do? I wonder if I ever happen to Cross the icy tundra of your changing Mind? My thoughts dance like mercury falling In drops and splintering leaping ever Dancing in circles around all of the Memories all of the time that I can’t Seem to forget no matter how hard I Try these quicksilver needles keep stabbing.
Yours words are forever tearing at me Until what’s left of all that I wanted Is a tattered picture of happiness I must have imagined because the you I knew wouldn’t ever do this to me
But we’re moving on now, you with your closed Heart and your calculus and cold logic And me with my dancing thoughts and heartbreak
You always laughed and said you didn’t think I’d understand when you talked about your Chemicals and elements and theories But I think I understood better than You thought so let me lay this out for you In words you know and can’t twist or deny:
You are iron, cold-forged, solid, stubborn, And maybe I’m not the only one who Doesn’t understand exactly why this Didn’t work out, who doesn’t see clearly
I fly off the handle I know but I Come back in an instant coalescing Recombining, still familiar yet strange
You are nickel, titanium-plated, Security stability stone-calm
But I am Mercurial
I think this is the last time I'll write about you.