My brain, the collective,
Of elastic panoramas,
Combining all my problems
Into the prologue.
My brain, the collective,
Of dead operators who probably got what they deserved.
So don't leave a message.
My brain, the collective,
Of raw frustration, over complicated wrong equations.
She checked the math, and she said,
"You're out of the equation."
I'm not myself anymore,
I think I just went ahead and
Lost someone else.
What I thought was a part of me
Is now apart from me and I'm
Not the same sad cat
I was before you coerced
My heart into yours.
And you just can't believe it
Until you see it,
I need it.
I lost myself
Inside your mind and your beautiful eyes.
I lost myself
Beside myself and you can't quite believe it,
Oh well.
I know I'm not the last one on your mind at night,
Just tell me I'm wrong.
It's hard to move on
With a bunch of dead operators
Who can't stand to hate her another day.
Sum geese just don't find their way.
(I know I'm not the last one on your mind at night,
Just tell me I'm wrong.
I don't want to move on.)
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