There I was a dupe Who gave it to you again I said I wouldn't They said I shouldn't It's not like you were what I wanted A comfort and nothing more. Took my eyes off the score Exsanguinated and crushed Can't have it again Can't pull it's strings or stomp It won't skip or boom When you walk in the room Exsanguinated and crushed I should have known better Than to trust you with it Can't have it again Can't pull it's strings or stomp It won't skip or boom When you walk in the room

I'm thinking of a number between everything and two. I'm thinking of a number between everything and two. She said you can find a space between my arms if you will stay, like if we ignore the systems, they'll just blink out and quickly go away. She said I'll keep all the signals that you send home to me, and I'll meet you back here on the ground. It's lift off, lift off again. She's pissed off, pissed off again. Moonlight brings me back again to stay, and I know if she had a way I'd always be through. Tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone, and never ever stepping out into. Blankness and darkness, like underneath the leaf, have settled on me here and scraped away the sound. She said you can find a place inside my heart if you will stay, and I need you back here on the ground. It's lift off, lift off again. She's pissed off, pissed off again. Moonlight brings me back again to stay, and I know if she had a way I'd always be through. Tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone, and never ever stepping out into. I'm thinking of a number between everything and two. And moonlight brings me back again to stay, and I know if she had a way I'd always be through. Tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone, and never ever stepping out into. And moonlight brings me back again this day, and I don't feel a thing here anymore. The strings of information slowing to a stop, the tether's end is slipping from its knot, I'm stretching out in two. I'm thinking of a number between everything and two. I'm thinking of a number between everything and two, and it's molecules of you.

We are born as narcissists lizards bald and wrinkled Our only talents are eating and shitting drinking and pissing sleeping and suckling. Affection we demand only for ourselves Our parents endure this hoping that some day We will grow into people.