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