Fallen words
Gathering the ones
I should have said
Shoving them by the fistful
Into my pocket
A suitcase of untold lies
And white noise

You might as well
Plant the flower by the petal
You'll never see it bloom
Or so I say

A dime for your trouble
Pity my poor heart
Unfortunate girl
It's broken you say
Want a souvenir?
Sweep the shards
Under the rug

Go on, it could be worse -
You could be me
Seeing you
Feel nothing at all