I knew once you had the chance, you’d take it
So I bottled up my sadness in pride and manhood
In the hope that one-day you’d come and change me
But that day never came; I’m still on the ropes
Where the days are still and my hopes are changed
Your smell is still on my mind, and the feel of your clothes
Every moment is the last; every memory is calling

There was a time when the phone rang, and it was you
Those moments were the light of what I knew
I held them dear once, but I know the truth now

All known things are meaningless in time
My death will bring the swift end to what I consider life
--security and the wonderful warmth of such—
The relationships I held so dear were nothing
Because they were between untrue self idols
I know this now, and I realize that unless we hold no
Imagination
Human beings will have no relationship

Let go of “self” to be self
Feel for another and not for security
(The ubiquitous trade)
Know another and not the image constructed
Find no comfort in me—that’s my job—
Love me and not your imagination
Know me and not your imagination

For so long we’ve been playing as puppeteers
Our false images make fumbled motions as we watch behind curtains
Come out and meet me and I will meet you
And we will share movements that no strings can orchestrate