Fictional Trip-out
Let her, let him in
Let the dxm seep into my limpening body
Lie in the corner on stained cushions
as the visuals hit my eyes
I heard you speak two seconds ago
I listened hard to your voice as it flew through the air
but I forgot what you said
I left your advice with my keys on the floor
You hold my hand and stare into my face
with pleading eyes that scream
"come back to me"
I'm gone. there's no coming back.
Try to convert the signals, try to reverse the polarity
Try and fail. it's what we do best.