She took my mind and she took me completely,
Folded me up in her pocket quite neatly.
The ink from my mind went well with her paper,
My body of clay fit so well with her shaper.
Brushed away by the wind and the willow,
Only one head now asleep on my pillow.
My blankets are broken, my sheets have been torn,
I thought I was life but I haven't been born.
So magically placed in my bottomless pocket,
Fell to the bottom, got lost with my locket,
Now all my eyes can't take you away,
Burned in my retinas but you wouldn't stay.
Rotating, spinning, my heart on a turnstile,
All of sudden, before, after, meanwhile.
Here I am sitting, but there I did stand,
All of my armies have left my command.
Mutiny, now, of my red and white blood cells,
Ready to stand at the gold ring and brass bells.
Falling apart like my castles of glass,
I knew it would die, but I thought it would last.
Why did you have to take back my art?
Why did you have to dismantle my heart?
Now my creations have washed well away,
I built you a theater, but you wouldn't play.
Open my ribcage and take out my feelings,
'Cause you won't regret the emotions you're stealing.
You said it was love, you said that's how it feels,
And yet, somehow, I don't think it was real.