I am an art attack. You are an art attack. We are art. ATTACK!

Three hair ties and four bobby pins.
God knows how I got them, but I'm penniless
And I have to hope for MacGyver
To fill the gap where once she laid here.
Those seven reminded me of countless more,
So I had to destroy them at once before
The Lost and Lonely stopped to ask me
How it feels to worship and adore.

Six skateboard wheels and a guitar through the wall-
A job well done and testament to when we fall.
I've finally found what's leaving and never gone
It's you or me every time we turn to run.
She turns to ask me what it's like when I do;
She's only been on the other side, I'd need too.
I yell to retreat the end complete.
Dig deeper and forget the courtroom fools.