Left to unsee everything that I've seen. Held together by ribbon, that's how you'll find me. Pulled apart at the seams. Haberdashery please!

Only a skilled hand mends a pair of old jeans, only a skilled hand mends the obsolete.

I can't decide on the clothes I wear, no energy for more than a vacant stare. I wish I could touch you from over there, thought I was getting close but I'm just threadbare.