conscious
(4.25.21)

thinking how fast i dive into something new
thinking how much i'd like to know you
and all i wonder is how you can't see through
or maybe you do...?

but we only make conversation when i'm not conscious
there, you make the stars in the sky seem hideous

behind the frantic thieving glances is just a one track mind
a thinning line of exploding emotions
the detanator called in sick so i have to think of you in silence
the flaring of feelings, the bomb squad is on its way
so i have to think of you with patience

but we only make conversation when i look lifeless
and there, you make the sun cry darkness
we only make conversation when i'm unconscious
and there, you make magic so easy