i think you've broken in



i think you've reached intersection



i think you've loaded the gun



past formalities into action



the way you stand there



face facing right, eyes locking in



i am your target



pupils dilate to take the hit







no dish. no cable. simply an aerial.



i've got it.







i take the liberty



i take the bait and place the bait



i take all the tools on my belt



sharpen them up and set them out







i've come to notice



i've come to know you



been feeling way too centered



now i'm reaching out of this lazy middle







no dish. no cable. simply an aerial.



i've got it.







now you've locked me straight in the doorway



now you've locked me foreign language



now it's missed what i feared missed



how beside you i am sharing i am







fuck dim shouldered and your



your, you're boredom



boredom boredom babies