How could you do this to me?
It's not You or I, but We
That make Us, that make up
Who we are not
Supposed to be

The way You hold on to me
With a blank face
You make me feel so empty
When will I finally see?
Your eyes alive within me

The knots You tied around me
The greater the gap
And I can feel them tightening
You make it hard to breathe
Short of breath and I'm always gasping

Rewind, repeat, and depart from me
These are my limbs You're severing
I'm barely functioning
There is still phantom feeling
Please bring them back to me

How could You do this to me?
You make me feel so empty
You make it hard to breathe
I'm barely functioning

It's not You or I but We
That make Us, that make up
Who We are not
Supposed to be

I heard my life in mono before I met You
We became stereo
Me: channel left
You: panned right;
A cohesive strengthening of sound
A mutual clatter of turbulence, with such underlying beauty
Only we knew the clamor was best for Us, though no one believed
As the cacophony grew, Your speaker buzzed and squawked
I played unaware, loving the crescendo
-
Eventually, as stereos do, You
Shorted out
Grew weaker and weaker with each
Note; melodies were crumbling
I fiddled with the wires,
Hoping, wanting both sides of our discord to stay true
-
Then you were silent
Eerily and I kept screaming
Roaring with a clatter that could have blown my own side of this
Disquiet. You were muted, hushed
Now I hear but half of my life
The left remains;
The right, You, are not even
Static, and I pray for mono
Again

This modern world is just too much for me
Everywhere I look it's:
Fight or flight;
**** and flee
Pure and honest talent dehumanized by
Technology
Black and white;
Opressed and free
True and genuine love faked and flaunted and
Forgotten
Kiss and tell;
**** and flee
This modern world is just too much for me