for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
when i shoved you away, you fell.
and you clawed at me, fingers in the flesh of my arms,
"the only one," you whisper, hoarsely,
"who sticks around, no matter what."
you are so, so stupid sometimes!
and you're hurting me, i just needed my space, baby,
*please*.
"don't talk like that." and i am so, so scared.
for every need, there is an equal and opposite desire.
i need to watch where the chips fall,
but i want to resue you from all the madness,
"the only one," you whisper, hoarsely,
"who wants to make things right for me."
i am just so powerless now.
in times like you i cling to my slivers, silver technology, amd they nestle close to my heart in the cool of my bedroom dark and soft.
"and if you listen,
i can't call.
and if you jump,
you just might fall.
and if you shout,
i'll only feel you."
"but it's all right,
it's all right,
for we've lived so well so long.
still, when i think of the road we're traveling on,
i wonder what's gone wrong.
i can't help it, i wonder
what's gone wrong."