Forever Christmas when you called to me
Long distance telepathy and the crispness of the images
I would take this memory through my death to the next life
But I can barely hold on to a thought for half a mile at a time
I don't know if I'm really cut out for being me
But I won't condemn the understudy to the disconnect
Forever languid and listless
All I know is God invented everything but refuses to be frank with me
I'm not religious but I'd like to be
Cause I have seen divinity in its prime in the poetry and the tide
Whatever math you have to show me
I don't care
All I want is love tangled in my hair
I know you see me, Panopticon
I don't stop for octagons
Why would I stop at all
Whatever map you have to show me
I won't see
I go where I go and I need what I need