Fixated on stars, good thing they’ll still be here tomorrow,
Pixilated and scarred, waist deep in cheap sorrows
Wasting time never felt as good
As when I was feeling sorry myself in the cold
Gazing out from under shadows of hoods
Waxing poetic about the little engines that could
Until they died out short of their destination,
Cried out with no lack of desperation,
Lied about their insecurity and became complacent,
Now they’re runaway freight trains, loose on the tracks,
Tried to play hangman, couldn’t get the noose in my grasp,
My schedule today consists of juice and a flask,
Why the long face? Shit, I knew you would ask.

I’m a Tin Man, with an iron smile,
Thick hands and a mind of guile,
Tear glands that’ll spill a while with each tale I impart,
Tin Man, God damn, if I only had a heart.

Misconstruing premonitions, dispositioned to wishing this beauty sleep was sufficient.
Keys in the ignition, suicide missions are possible,
Cause at the end of the road there’s no hope, homes or hospitals,
And not a person that would miss us,
Too few tears to be shed
No announcements would be made to make it clear we were dead,
Once we hit an early end,
Tin Men that tend to pretend our enemies are friends,
Comprehension is lacking,
Attribute it to indifference amidst a lifetime of slacking,
Under immense pressure, even my armor is cracking,
Take yourself a kidney, grave robber, it’s my only organ worth having.

I’m a Tin Man, with an iron smile,
Thick hands and a mind of guile,
Tear glands that’ll spill a while with each tale I impart,
Tin Man, God damn, if I only had a heart.

I’m a bloodied man, like OJ with no gloves on,
One hand, two fingers to count my loves on,
Still I trudge on, twenty miles marches,
No pit stops, no sit downs, no feasting under Golden Arches,
Just a man on a quest,
Dressed to impressed in a full body of suit of armor,
Quick to smirk, a slick jerk and notorious charmer,
Bore the fruits of my work like a laborious farmer,
Now I flash materiel possessions just to alarm her.
I know, there’s plenty in this exterior to discount,
just remember its what’s on the inside that counts.

I’m a Tin Man, with an iron smile,
Thick hands and a mind of guile,
Tear glands that’ll spill a while with each tale I impart,
Tin Man, God damn, if I only had a heart



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