I could unwrap your mummified heart,
But I'm too much of a coward to know where to start,
Working myself into a replicated gentlemen,
And this time,
Ask her out without winged middlemen,
Sometimes I think I'm truly wasting my time,
I'm just an expired grandfather clock passed it prime,
So if I ever squared off with your elegance,
I'd just back off and drown in regrets and negligence,
Am I waste to you?
A *** with burnt flowers,
A darker shade of blue?
Am I just too radioactive to touch?
Am I just too closed casket faced to love?
Too jellied knuckled to trust?
I honestly think I'm just ******,
When I skip rocks,
They sink,
Down with the trash,
And so it seems,
I have nothing else to do,
But wish I could spend my life with you,
