[ Featuring the Aglets ]
I want all my contacts to send texts so I can sync syntax to context completely
My memory needs all the cache it can catch, and what if they delete me
Thoughts get forgotten and pencil marks smear. Words that are spoken dissolve
Ephemereality isn't a problem I know how to solve
I'd like to skip straight through the streets, but I keep tripping all over the stares
I'd like to stay cyclically sweet, because nothing compares
I'd like to stay cynically sweet, because nothing come pairs
There are dead people everywhere - even here - and I won't even care, if I don't see their face in a mirror
There are dead people everywhere - even here - and I won't even care, if I don't see their face in a mirror
Trapped in this graphic jam, static as I often am, hardly considering this driving
But our need for connection's so steep that we can't keep from surviving
Subscribing to tiny white dots on the ground; barriers that we can't cross
I'd maybe be warier if we were made more aware of our loss
I'm alive but I'm blindedly cited by Time as some soon-to-expire decor
But I kind of don't mind when I'm lying on the dining room floor
If you're fine with unwinding with wine, why aspire to more
There are dead people everywhere, even here! I won't even care if I don't see their face in a mirror
There are dead people everywhere, even here! I won't even care if I don't see their face in a mirror
Glasses half-scattered, distorting the gloom
There's just blood where your heart used to be
But this tomb of a room is 1 3 tick 2 cryptic 4 me
If we don't write it soon, we'll spell doom "epoch," elliptically
I'm fine with unwinding with wine time to time
But you've nosebreathed your way through the ears
We've discussed your fine dining lust; I just find dining austere
You're closed then you're cloying; it's simply destroying us
Decant see your face through the tears
The only way I can get you to slur straight is through cheers
As if it's just a race to debase all your hastiest fears
But you can't displace all the waste of your weightiest years
There are dead people everywhere - and I don't even care
I want all my contacts to send texts so I can sync syntax to context succinctly
