Apparently I couldn't find me keys at the time

In continuing with my never finishing things theme, here are lyrics I wrote during a brainstorming session. They aren't in any specific order. I guess this is kind of cheating because I did use one of these verses in an actual song. Let's see if you can pick it out. The rest of the lyrics I don't even remember writing.

Your personality’s flatter than a tapestry
A map you see
Leading me to the fallacy
Of your life, your strife
Don’t tell me that you’re all right



So why don’t you tell me a story
Of Yogi Bear and Sunday morning
Smiling like a catastrophe
You don’t ask for me
A plastic city
Of your faith, of your time, of your bite, of your rhyme,
Of your rock, of your lie, of the just, and the cr-cr-cr-cr-crime,

Reveal

Of the moon, of the tide, of the just, of the line,
Of the man, of the sign, of the heart, of the mind,
Of your king, of your blind, of your sight, of your kind,
Of your rape, of your sins, of your hate, of your kin,
Of your safe, of your gin, of your lace, of your tin,
Of your gait, of your walk, of your rate, of your talk,
Of your graph, of your pie, of your laugh, of your sigh
Of your wrath, of your tie, of your path, to the grind



My eyes are watching as my head is looking at the stars
The rocks outside have lost their luster
The trees outside are sagging with the weather
And I cannot find where I left my keys

My car is crowded with the leftovers from last night
The train is filled with walking checkbooks
The streets are paved with broken concrete
And I cannot find where I left my keys