You are pages torn
From the book of all my secrets
Eight by eleven ghosts
From which there is no sanctuary
And my mind is scrolling
Like the credits to a movie
Searching for the author
Of my reason to remain here

I could crawl beneath your skin
And still not be a part of you
Getting out of town
Would not be far enough

I have nothing for you

I try to picture you
You and your previous lover
I try to put my face
On the head of this Adonis
And sometimes I succeed
But you're so kind to me
Refraining from the laughter
That should obviously follow

Every word I've said to you
Is exploding in my head
And every thought I've ever thought
Simply melts away

I have nothing for you

You've heard everything
You've seen everything
You have my world in your back pocket
Pure perfection
Fits you like a second skin
It's a suit you didn't choose
But there's one chink in your armor
Only fault I see
Is you see something here in me
It's my blessing , it's my curse
Lord, I don't know which is worse

If you need some demons
I can give you some of mine
That's all I have to offer that I can
Hold against you because

I have nothing for you