so much for pathos
give me a little more than that solemn glance
you are the cliff
i'm an expert at jumping down
dashed on rocks
you are the bike
let me be the card that grinds your spokes
are you brave enough to take my hand?
i'm waterlogged
don't complicate all this
don't push for definitions
hell has closed its doors
full of accountants, ceos, and police officers
give the world the middle finger
place that soft hand on my chest
you are a lemming
i'll follow you down blindly
you can't see through me
i won't let you