strap backwards
parts of this are missing
**** i can't talk about anymore

i don't listen to the radio
not like before

i'll never invent anything
that you can't destroy

distort
static
a blur across the screen

did you see that?
i could have sworn that wasn't supposed to happen

sounds like a mistake

that was my favorite part

that last little bit of magic
the longest algorithm he could ever write

it's a trap
i set so i could find you
again

i only think about you when you're not around
and you're never here
so i guess you can say i've been doing some thinking

one last war and i swear i'll be done
just one more

honest
to god
i said

i said
to god
that little old man that lives inside me

he's mad
we're not speaking at the moment
i'm caught up in another conversation

grass
so green you'd swear it's illegal
water
so clear it could clean your soul

i ran and jumped and dove
and swam and held my breath
i broke the surface just in time to greet the sun
she'd been waiting for me to break my silence

i cut myself off mid-sentence
maybe you could see where i was headed

i don't want to waste your time
you probably could be out of your mind
but i wouldn't know

i'd think that we were linked somehow
that i could speak and for once be heard

step backwards
remind me where we've come from
i want to dig to the bottom of these roots

let us see how deep these waters run
corroding into canyons
painted ceilings and rites of passage

we'll be fine here for a while
tell me the story of the night you spoke to god

"your life is up for interpretation
purpose is wasted without direction"

he never slept
we never left his side
the night was hot and lonesome
stuck like old sweat and honesty

fall
come here
say nothing
scream into this ear

flash to speeding highway
one man and a motorbike
no helmet, why bother?

i'm dead anyway
never braking
only if its worth the risk of surviving

push past that last one
sirens are always near
honest it's only a little longer
you'll be there before you know yourself

i miss the sound of water bubbling
pressing my head against the wall and falling through
tripping over you
tumbling

tell my friends in the star machines
the geometric tribal drummers
heads nodding in unison with the beating of my heart
to start without me

let's take the scenic route through the universe
grow old and arrive dead
auto pilot to the afterlife