You are beautiful
And you are needing
But I am a little too empty
And can’t make your ceiling

Careful of how deeply you stick that hand
Inside the cookie jar
Fear is the mind killer
Most men don’t get too far

We bring only what we have
Not much can fit inside
At any one time
Words will seem familiar
But too many
And your mouth will dry

I feel like I should prepare you
For a slow descent
Because the needle and a twitch
Leads to certain death