i'm not sure if the walls are crumbling
or if the foundation is rising.

the last perfect metaphor was about my being a master solipsist

but as the wind gathers
i'm carried away
too easily.

and so are you
but it's unmentioned who puts up a bigger fight.

i've given up the struggle.

i've found a perfect place to hide
where the algorithms finally make sense.

and my lack of being wanted
finally cancels out my wanting to spend.

that you're deemed irredeemable.

yeah, they loved the way you moved,
talked,
listened.

but it was the idea of you they were in love with.

not you personally.

but you keep on playing their games...
The game.

thinking there was a small victory in losing.

you're looking for someone as ****** up and damaged
as you.

now the only peace you find is in cats.

because they don't crucify you for their wrongs.

the world seemed simpler when it was linear.

now it's backed up and convulsing.
and you're finally at that point
when you realize charm isn't going to get you out of this one.

it left at the end of the last party
with the last of the girls.

everything's laughing at you now.
you knew they always were
but you had confidence.

but confidence was sleeping with charm.

are you getting it yet?

all the time you wasted is wasting on you now.

all the attention that had been paid
has now turned inversely.

every ounce of pain and faithlessness you delivered
has come back to you tenfold.

isn't that what you preached?

why have you not collapsed into a singularity?