Every piece like you is delicate
When puzzles count for more than rhetoric
Your answers, your questions, your half-held head
So we're taking the time to see through
If everything you said turns out true, but
It's not what you said
Are we on our way?
(You said it's over now)
Here's a toast to you for all you do,
And a finger pointed toward the door
If one and one and one is three,
There's one too much for you and me
Interrogation
We fall short with writing
It's not what you said at all
It's in the way you said it
Let repose be the string
That ties your mouth shut
So you'll say nothing at all
Is this what you wanted?
(You're so much more than this)
You are the one
You are the one thing I regret