nFixated on stars, good thing they’ll still be here tomorrow,nPixilated and scarred, waist deep in cheap sorrowsnWasting time never felt as goodnAs when I was feeling sorry myself in the coldnGazing out from under shadows of hoodsnWaxing poetic about the little engines that couldnUntil they died out short of their destination,nCried out with no lack of desperation,nLied about their insecurity and became complacent, nNow they’re runaway freight trains, loose on the tracks, nTried to play hangman, couldn’t get the noose in my grasp,nMy schedule today consists of juice and a flask,nWhy the long face? Shit, I knew you would ask.nnI’m a Tin Man, with an iron smile,nThick hands and a mind of guile,nTear glands that’ll spill a while with each tale I impart,nTin Man, God damn, if I only had a heart. nnMisconstruing premonitions, dispositioned to wishing this beauty sleep was sufficient. nKeys in the ignition, suicide missions are possible,nCause at the end of the road there’s no hope, homes or hospitals,nAnd not a person that would miss us,nToo few tears to be shed nNo announcements would be made to make it clear we were dead,nOnce we hit an early end, nTin Men that tend to pretend our enemies are friends,nComprehension is lacking, nAttribute it to indifference amidst a lifetime of slacking, nUnder immense pressure, even my armor is cracking,nTake yourself a kidney, grave robber, it’s my only organ worth having. n nI’m a Tin Man, with an iron smile,nThick hands and a mind of guile,nTear glands that’ll spill a while with each tale I impart,nTin Man, God damn, if I only had a heart. nnI’m a bloodied man, like OJ with no gloves on,nOne hand, two fingers to count my loves on, nStill I trudge on, twenty miles marches, nNo pit stops, no sit downs, no feasting under Golden Arches,nJust a man on a quest, nDressed to impressed in a full body of suit of armor,nQuick to smirk, a slick jerk and notorious charmer, nBore the fruits of my work like a laborious farmer,nNow I flash materiel possessions just to alarm her.nI know, there’s plenty in this exterior to discount, njust remember its what’s on the inside that counts.nnI’m a Tin Man, with an iron smile,nThick hands and a mind of guile,nTear glands that’ll spill a while with each tale I impart,nTin Man, God damn, if I only had a heartn