i’ll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you, ’cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck. i’d squeeze a heart through my fingertip but i type too slow to make expressions stick. and it’s like TV with a microchip.
set your sights to sink the partyline, ’cause it’s so tired. set your sights! destroy this mock-shrine, ’cause it’s so tired.
let’s cut our losses at both ends and aim your car away from all our friends, leaving the dishes stacked in the sink.
i’d keep a distance ’cause the complications cloud it all, and mail a postcard sending grettings from the eastern bloc. synapse to synapse: possoibilities will thin or fade. your wedding figurines: i’d melt so i could drink them in.
