All of my guesses stay dotted
Built but by sand from your castle
Your tolls won't be paid when your bridges are burning
So do as I say and say as I do
Before your rainchecks run thin

The stars in my sky are not yours
Flat as they are, cut the losses
This aberration falls short of a bargain
So carry on, pick your teeth with my ribs
Parasitic, yet kin

Carried through tellers' say
Severed by short array
Fables are one ear deaf

Counting the drops to part
Calling your schemes an art
Until the sea splits out