i used to think if i could realize i'd die
then i would be a lot nicer
used to believe in a lot more
now i just see straight ahead
that's not to say i don't have good times
but as for my days
i spend them waiting
crash sites keep me up at night
impact division it splits in two
directly underneath you
as for those things (as for those things)
that act as markers in your life
but in between (but in between)
you can't remember
and so it seems (and so it seems)
that you've grown up and over me (up and over me)
and these silly things (these sill things)
i like to dwell on
test sites keep me up at night
chainlink and meters
i talk to you
it's cold out there
but i'm telling you
i'm lonely too
facts versus romance
you go and call yourself the boss
but we're not robots inside a grid
text versus romance
you go and add it all you want
still we're not robots inside a grid
zeros and ones