I set the box of empty memories
Down on your table...

\"That, that is genius,\" you say before...
\"My god you\'re beautiful,\" you...

It seems I have left my soul
Pressed on the note you left...

Just a little louder,
One notch will do...

Electric pulses run through my chest
As they try to make my still heart...

Hands stained with ink, as I desperately flip...
Searching for your face, so hard to find in this...

Books scattered across long hallway
So far from my reach...

A dull, gentle aching
Expectation now reality...

Fingers work frantically
As you try to mend the pieces...

Hear me scream as needles Peirce through shoulder...
Skin crawls wince feel eyes burn...

Red cap seals off all hope for life
Half emptiness of jar reminds...

Hear the click and drop the light
Watch my world go up on flames...