The Sandman can twist and turn the things that please us into a perfect pair of tweezers
Then he squeezes
If this is a reflection of the affection in your heart then our ideas of love are an infinity apart
Your crude attempt at sentiment is odious and cold and conceals the true condition of a damaged soul
Something's hiding from you Nate, it's puncture-proof and sealed
You need to separate your sickness from the love you feel
Go away and think about everything I said
Go away and sleep with eyeless shadow shapes instead of me

I'm sorry Claire, I guess it was a pretty weird poem
But I had this vision you know, it was honest and passionate and I guess it was kind of mean too
And yeah, you're right, of course there's no Sandman, It's ridiculous, you're right
I don't know what I was thinking, I get so worked up sometimes
I'm going back to school now Claire, I'll talk to you soon, I'm sorry