You're my plastic Excalibur
Everything that I've ever waited for
Hidden in a slip case
I bought at a dollar store
Worthless on the inside
You're my soon-to-be gallows
Ten feet high with aluminum scaffolding
Hidden in an alleyway
Waiting to catch me off guard
I'll be cut loose
You're my poisonous pencil
I can't say what I feel without feeling sick
Hidden under paper
That I'm about to pick up
Worthless on the outside.