he past is a Pandora's Box
And [bad word] is just a paradox
Like promising to never lie
Let sleeping dogs and lovers lie
You say our love is immortal
Like the blood of a sea turtle
But wasn't dear Dorian Gray
Lone as an asteroid in space
The clock puts its hands round
The hourglass waist
Like a tree that falls alone
In the woods without a sound
I can't be sure that I exist
When you are not around
From Socrates to Aristotle
Man's greatest thoughts and deeds
Are mere love notes in cheap beer bottles
Floating out to sea
We placed our bets about his fate
Standing over Shroedinger's grave
As Pavlov's dog chased the cat
His heart bled like a red Rorschach