tobias sleeps on a floor he made

from stealing in and out of others peoples names

he never read all the formula

and the feeling alone could never be enough

he couldn't even begin to impress himself

enough to slow down and see a mattress

still would've been a better deal

it could've been a mistaken case

he couldn't lie through another face

he wouldn't try to have been replaced it seems

unmoving cold he'll attempt to go

he never had something that could grow

he feels his best with his bruises left unseen

and in the end he won't open up

we'll never know if he tried enough

he said he'd stay for another day or two

despite his place he can't ask for more

he can't recall what he had before

when all the while he can fake a smile on cue

would you be my (be my) only address

i can only offer a walletsworth