There are fields for what you think and what you feel. Paraphrase your life, they don't care for detail. A yellow paper canvas with cells for your conclusions. Sign the dotted line and law will make it truthful. ♪ They'll file us close in a heavy steel box. Cast away not guarded or locked. As we were, that's how we'll stay. Aside from the files you placed in the way. ♪ We'll smile adjacent phrases. the ink documents my mistakes. This will be the last you here from me. we can't be friends. We're nothing but paper and pens. ♪ We'll always be close in the box where we rest. R for rejected and s for success