Now there's wadded up tissues
covered in what's left of the face I wore today
a thousand cigarette butts
and pantyhose with dirt and grass
holes with worn in soles,
cause there were shoes we couldn't fill
so we accepted our steps, and gave in
there's also, the cake we didn't eat
swimming in fears we rarely say
along with the massive space, pensive and grave
that I once thought was between me and you
well, now that's in the trash compacter too.
