(0248) crashing cars into power lines

fuck you if you think you can touch me. i'll diminish right in front of your eyes. now, these cuts have been lost on their meaning, and it's impossible to open a door just to get inside. a stellar contraction awaits me. i'm shifting back into the mud. there's nowhere i have to call home now. there's nothing i have that's my own. it's the blandest of intense negotiations between the only rationale left in my head. a curse that can never be broken and words that can never be spoken. intention is only half the equation, and the vicious cycle continues to no perceivable end. i only wish i could be oblivious enough to where i wouldn't have to try to pretend. i can see for myself that it's over. if only they knew where i've been.

i'll drain all this blood in the forefront. a dying echo gets caught in my brain.
i've already repeated the endings. i've already repeated your name.
there are no more favors to ask now. i'm just making shit up as i go.
you'll probably make it back before i do. a hollow reflection traced out in snow.
a pair of scissors to cut through delusions and double-sided tape wrapped around my heart.
it only catches an ill-fated eye glance, and i'm still sitting alone in the dark.
the fear follows me to typical places and helps me from crashing this car.

i call it an obsession with being too in touch with my thoughts, but it's really a curiosity of feeling... a curiosity with connecting the dots. and all i am missing is a sequence to tell me which line should go where. karma's a bitch when you need it to help you, and the truth is neither there nor here.

so tell me if the sun isn't lonely, and i'll do what i can to be a friend. a shipwrecked vessel falling into the ocean and then floating back up to the surface again. this is the beginning and end.

they told me i wouldn't remember, but i can't even forget. lightning strike - it purifies and erases debt. he turns out the lights and dwells on what he still has not said.