It's two am, and I've come home,
I won't disintegrate my lover,
yet today, I've worked my hull to the bone,
my fragments ready to fall apart with a shiver.
I crack, then snap and then fracture,
I break more than I can heal,
I'm stoked for the pain,
A lone, alone sits the lone,
His skills of charisma to hone,
fragments ready to fall apart with a shiver,
until a soul finds its soul.