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