He may stretch but he wont tear
He may give but hell never care
Hes got sunken eyes and a head full of static feels (?) and when
He dreams hes a dreadful smear of red and black
And a choir of tears
But havent cried out in so many years
And though he may catch on with practice and reprieve
I do believe hes a long lost cause
She may bend but she wont break
What shell give what shell never take
Shes got wounded knees and a heart that aims to please
And when she dreams she is a piece of sound
Of quiet nights but quiet tears run down her checks she whimpers and ?
Of course of course he wants to be near
But Im afraid hes a long lost cause