I am
Tap-dancing in deception
That pulls bites and inhales
Your name

You are
A vivid recollection
That pours, clots and fails
My aim

This is my transgression
I dwell and I blame
And I nurture you within

This is my confession
I endanger my flame
With a faint rubber grin

Do me a favour and open your drawer
Don't be polite, let's get to the core
Show me I do not exist there no more
I'll do the same
And I'll find me a door
I'll release your name
Along with my sore

There is no reception
There is no confession
I inhale,
I fail,
And I Tap-Dance deception