• Build me up,
    then tear me down.
    Turn me around,
    then throw me to the ground.
    Barry me six feet under,
    six feet under.
    Break me to pieces,
    and expect me to clean up the mess,
    your mess,
    your disaster.
    This beautiful disaster we have created,
    with the sharp edges of the pieces of our hearts.
    Carve out the four letter word love,
    then the contrast of it,
    hate.
    Build me up,
    then tear me down.
    Turn me around,
    then throw me to the ground.
    Barry me six feet under,
    six feet under,
    under you.
    Stand there,
    with head held high,
    laughing at my demise.
    Is this the end?
    The end of everything.
    The end of everything we build with the pieces of our memories.
    Build me up,
    then tear me down.
    Turn me around,
    then throw me to the ground.
    Barry me six feet under,
    six feet under,
    under you.