Our Planks Were Creaking, I Only Heard the Music

My body is a liquid that keeps your glass half full I'm merely there to fill the gap between episodes of a screenplayed life the need for symmetry is overdrawing a story were us could be presumptive like you said those expectations were my mirroring so your repulsion stepped out to the scene now we're sitting each in his corner shrunken as the vertical thoughts aim the heart harder like a drone released with purpose absolved of liability from the shelves of my soul you're removing belonging titles stacking your books while happiness in this head is playing a tennis match in front of an empty grandstand I'm not standing you've lent my nature disrupting the statics I stand no more I'm floating between this viscous heart and knowledge that for me you're nefarious preparing your clean exit I'll sweep hidden agenda letters which were adjusting to all of my lightheartednesses you've turned the light off and my heart became raspy as you kept introducing roles in this performance curtain is lowered I'm bringing us to the end