I think I may be playin at a game
Where I don’t know the rules
And have no hope to tame 
While acting a fool
And I can take your blame 
Stuff in deep down in my heart
Written in words 
Echoing(thump,thump) in that dark.
Sometimes I am inscrutable
Even to myself
Somethings are only refutable
  (when they’re left lying on your shelf.)

Things get lost inbetween lines
And all I seem to get lost in is time
And I am left owing all your fines.