He couldn’t convince
His pale heart of a lie
He wanted to float
On ambitions too high

He spat on a stone,
Condemning himself
For all of the ones who
Left him on the shelf

He’s battered
And tattered
Too shattered for paste
To put him together
Is naught but a waste

But if you were ample
And if you were kind
He’d offer a heart
He’d give you his time