(0270) reactional concept

i met you halfway down the road.
your eyes were vacant, and my hands were cold.
a piece of skin could've never been so kind enough to hold.

i woke up in the dawn of technology.
there wasn't much that i couldn't see.
i left you somewhere in the dark, not knowing you were actually sitting right next to me.

a fictional account of my youth;
a picture that couldn't tell the truth...
sleeping for eternity while i was just taking a shower.

i look around for anything
that'll boost my nonexistent self-esteem...
computers overtaking all our thoughts and apathy.

and every single time i'm near to undefeatable and irrational fear,
i write words down that will only make their way back to me.

so we open wide and swallow whole
all the things that fill our bowls,
and you'll believe in anything you feel, even if it's not really there.

was i made to live just to slowly die,
my voice washed out by what it hides?
i reached out for more attention, and all i got back was love.

the preacher is lost in his little world.
the mother keeps busy while wearing pearls.
twenty-five years old and not a damn thing to his name.

wireless, but who really cares?
all we do is climb up stairs.
i think i'll fall back asleep into my mystery.

but i'm not bleeding.