No one ever told me my heart would be cold by the time it set its fire,
A perplexing trade she makes
In infinite value to discrete sensation

Science only serves to complicate the scaffolding around my heart,
And my blood shrieks for purpose.

I stoke my territory wherever I go,
Walking around in an idle circle
I'm at the transportation center in Norristown

I wear the nice clothes of the age, waiting for a bus
Heading home from a drug test
We are exchanging quiet words in my corner of the world
She strokes what I am with what I am not
She tells me I'm handsome, tells me she likes my shoes

The air tells me I'm overdramatic, I swear she permeates me
Swear she knows my innermost thoughts

And all around bums are begging
Rock stars are boiling
Killers are killing
And everything is happening,
Going straight through my heart...

And yet I'll tell you my heart feels cold.

At times