i wanna have what they're having and i wanna stand
where they're standing- they look just like a diamond
baked into a pie.
i wanna do what they're doing and i gotta steal
all they've stolen. the truth is i cannot be happy
with what i got.

sometimes the trouble is just thinking straight.
try not to talk about love or hate. their motion
emotionally locked inside a figure eight.
just watch for automated reply and an automated reason
why they are immune to fact but you gotta try to get through.

careful now where you run to. it somehow will consume you.

i can feel you somewhere inside...