The mirror of my heart is broken
My skin has begun to fade away
My eyes are red from crying
Yet I still say I'm okay

It's like every time I manage to say something right, you make me feel I'm wrong
I start to feel like this was my fault all along
That plus the million things I never seemed to do right
Kept my days looking like a never ending night
I could have easily given up; could have said I'm through
But somehow my road still led back to you
I know it isn't destiny; so sure it's not fate
It's just that feeling I always seem to anticipate
When you would come home and make me lay your bed
So every night you'd have a place to lay your f*cking head
It was my love for your routine that made me want to stay
And that's a decision I regret each passing day
Each time I did something right I was wrong
To you I was just a bitter taste lingering on your tongue

Hardly anything on earth is free
Pay the price I paid for you
There's a lot you owe me
There's a price list too
From now on, every tear I shed costs a nickel
Every "I love you" costs a dime
Every little broken piece of my heart costs ten dollars
Maybe I'll be have enough to buy myself back

If I were to leave tomorrow,
would you ever remember me?
would you visit my grave -
Is that how you'd remember me?
Or would you turn me
into a poem of yours,
and keep me alive through you?

"My architect"

You called me yours
Why did that make me feel so good?
Am I reading into it a little bit too much?
Probably...

"My engineer"

Aliens loom
In the skies overhead.
They might be the doom
That makes us all dead.

Or maybe AI
Will do us all in,
And all men will die
By cyborgs with "skin".

But, likelier, Man
Will be his own end
Before he began
To be his own friend.