Margins.

Truth serum, she'll lose momentum,
I'm afraid to say it doesn't work;
but naivete can become empty handed,
while innocence kills the isolated verb.

So how does one make it alluring,
does the pot call back the kettle?
or do we bathe in evaporating water,
ignorant of all trouble?

Where have you heard this before?
Why didn't you already think of this?
but you have this silly habit,
as I burn my consciousness

Now, your actions request reaction,
and sans that, they're incomplete,
for we've evermore been stoppin' short
courtesy your cold hands, my cold feet.