I punch my little buttons here, you are here and gone, just a little scream of laugh, just a tingle keep reminding me i’m exhausted and you are well baked and dry. that’s not the way I meant, you’re back to remind me the sticky goo fell betwen my fingers and my head was dry | I’m rea lly in the air now, how you know to forecast and beat me to every emotion when my words come out, my hairs stick to my palm, the wires that stick to my brain, I am lost inside. you keep reminding, stepping on my sole my nerve bathed in exhaust. -I still keep running, looking around this metal bunker, with water flooding. a letter, words that I need, I need. -words that you need, keep me running, I try to kill this song, I SEEm to need. and you’re not special anymore. I keep running. where will I run?

where will I stop? where will I run -