Keep the present in the moment
Like it’s supposed to be
I don’t want to be addicted to your vision
Calloused, useless on the surface
Fill this sacred space
I’m a loser to the feelings I don’t trust in

Our hearts are beating queer
Whenever you’re here
Fill us with good feels
You know that we’re helpless
Waste on my ailing peers
It’s rushing up there
So soon we’re sleeping
It’s all in good keeping

What a gift to feel stroked off by a phrase
To be so simple and so happy and undoubting
I keep commission on the t.v. and I’m p.k.d
What a mercy we’re perpetually occluded

We crave the twangy void of the perfect diploid
I am irrational - an expert eraser
Waste on my ailing peers
It’s rushing up there
So soon talk your way
Out of existence

It burns the dissonance off
Plastic cough
It’s warm to soft the hard things
But if you ask for relief
It’s not in sleep

Cause in my mind’s eye
I feel numb
Cause in my mind’s eye
I feel dumb
Cause in my mind’s eye
I feel one

Our hearts are beating queer
Whenever you’re here
Fill us with good feels
You know that we’re helpless
Waste on my ailing peers
It’s rushing up there
So soon talk your way
Out of existence