Swimming through thoughts to find you again Branded before discarded her collection is Stagnant and rotten her affection is Problem drunk, and loose pages found astray Dreams consume me and ground further away from this world But shelled in with you, things are strangely sublime The white coats, the starched front I am a blunt knife to your butcher's steel and if you care enough.. Alas, I'm cast away from you again You're gone, and the hollow of my head has sunken in I only desire your attention And if you care enough, we could mend these worthless hearts of ours..