Keep it in a jar because no one wants it.

Call me the new classic
The boy who's always vlasic
because people are a pickle and
when you're stuck in the middle
all you can say is give me back that day and this
because there was no photo finish
you let this all diminish and now you relish it all
Having a ball when you're leaving it all in my court
Cherishing my perishing steam engine as I get in
to this thing called loneliness
This remix of chivalry is a catastrophy to the mind
you can't leave it behind or have it resigned because it's
all inside that hide you carry around, built into you pound for pound
every square inch has a that pinch of honesty that honestly kills
the thrills and brings the things that are uneasy to navigate in your waters
so get me a boat before I slit my throat, and I'll never traverse the curse of romance.