This Case isn’t closed, these wounds aren’t healed, These bombs have all burst, the damage was dealt, but I can still feel. This love never took, the form of a hole, That had to be filled by the voice of your soul, but I can still hear. This problem remains, and all that it took, I could tell you were troubled by me from one look because I can still see. And I can still speak. I’ve tried to before, But you turned away like that problem’s no more, but I am still here Something’s missing. There’s no relief, there’s no closure. Just a stagnancy that feels like a torture. If this is the after, some long, grueling chapter, Some infinite wristwatch that’s not ticking faster, but I can tell time. A time when love could be abundant and present, Inaudible memories that fail to be resonant but I can still speak I told you again, “This ground undulates When it should be flat.” You think I’m too late, but I can still think And I can still know it won’t get much better, To think that I’m strong, that I’ve faced down my debtor, but I am still weak. Something’s missing. There’s no relief, there’s no closure. Just a stagnancy that feels like a torture. This case isn’t Closed, these wounds I should tend. This chapter should close, this story should end, but I can still start

From the moment I knew you, I should have known better, Than to think of you so highly and yet, I thought you to be some godlike human being, To brush off the hype of my own conceiving. But I see your name in the books that I read, And the common places where my eyes should see. And I see your face when I see your name, Insert you into the plot, the character you became. And I tell myself, it’s a coincidence. That you’re nothing special, and it makes no sense, But a claw digs deep into the back of my head. That makes me think there’s something I don’t want to forget. I wallow in my grief, my melodrama takes hold, Repeating loathsome incantations, until the words get old. Nothing would ever stick, in days so few, But I wonder what is was I could’ve said to you To make crossing the street take a couple of hours, To make any words I say at all have ample power. I made my mistake, but I framed it grand. I am done breaking tools, I’ll sculpt myself with my bear hands. And I tell myself, it’s a coincidence. That you’re nothing special, and it makes no sense, But a claw digs deep into the back of my head. That makes me think there’s something I don’t want to forget. You are ruining me in the epilogue.

Between a rock and a hard place, a low lonely moment of a month on a highway, Needless to say I was abandoned, nothing seemed to be coming or going my way And minds will find themselves most astray when bodies are still, Needless to say, I’d made a fountain of the statue I can summon at will. Water will heal my wounds for now, but one day I’ll drown It’s only best that I don’t stick around And water will quench my thirst for now but one day I’ll drown It’s only best that I don’t stick around But it stuck, the image glued, my mind certainly had big plans, my heart was empty and needed filling, so how could I meet those demands? I allowed my imagination to fill some empty voids Until every nerve ending was planned but nothing in mind seems to rise above the noise. Water will quench my thirst for now but one day I’ll drown. It’s only best that I don’t stick around And Water will meet my needs for now but one day I’ll drown It’s only best that I don’t stick around But to think, that On that same tread, of hot grey nylon, where my mind’s design was first refined I saw A figure who’s eyes familiarized, but had never really seen, but as for speech I said nothing. Nothing at all. Water will meet my needs for now but one day I’ll drown It’s only best that I don’t stick around And water will heal my wounds for now, but one day I’ll drown It’s only best that I don’t stick around.

I’m sorry Tinman, but I can only give you a third of what you asked for. I bet you’ll love it, but over time it was no friend to me. Two is more balanced; I learned that the hard way. And it is no use having something that just makes you need. Love has turned the soles of my shows into a bundle of wooden matches As I travel to the greener grass on the other side. I seem inviting from afar as I walk on the remains of something familiar. But with every step, I leave only scorched Earth, And seldom am I offered any seeds to cover up my tracks, But at the time the spark ignites, the fire’s glow was always brilliant A heart is a heart is apart (All the fire in the world couldn’t burn my skin) (All the agony and sin won’t heal a heart) (Let me Walk, Let me Walk, Let me Walk, Let me Walk) I’m sorry Tinman, I can give you only trickery and deception. Don’t quite ask how yet, the less you think, the happier you’ll be. And if you’re lucky, you’ll find more satisfaction there than I did. If you want stories, don’t ask me.

Before I begin, an addendum I’ve made: I hadn’t quite researched this thing all the way. So here’s the scenario I will give voice: If Jim lifted the curtain and gave them the choice. The sun cast a shadow made out of a cross. When it hit the window, we both were aroused. I said “Are you so sure we should do it this time?” “Because heaven can wait when our love is divine.” But you, you insisted this was the right move. To dodge all the townspeople’s base ridicules. I said “If this is goodbye, might I have one last kiss?” She said, “please believe me you’ll have nothing to miss.” So we held our hands tightly and held our heads high, As we walked towards the steeple that stood in the sky. As we opened the doors, something rattled my spine. For the blood of our savior was no longer wine. And as I looked around at the ominous views, Seeing men, women, children, asleep in the pews. And when the lips met, I’d predict her last breath As she willingly bowed to the kiss of the death. And I was about to follow her suit Til I remembered some sins that no one could refute And if I was to follow my benevolent wife, Redemption would take me the rest of my life. As she turned to me saying “I’m going, aren’t you?” I told her I still had some things left to do. And when she asked if I’d ever find her the next time. I said “heaven can wait when our love is divine” With our hands clasped tightly and heads hung low, I prayed and I prayed that she’d never let go. The minute she did, I knew what was left, So I clasped her hand tightly as she faced the death.