Talking with our fingers through glowing screens
How we hide from what we mean
All these timelines on my face
It takes so much it takes
There must have been a mistake
I am not who I meant to be
To dos and sticky notes piled by my car keys
I've remembered where to go
Forgotten how to know
I see through you
Blue wires below pale skin
Always connected always plugged in
We spend it all tied to tight deadlines
Staring at fake hayfields and electric skies
There must have been a mistake
I am not who I meant to be
To dos and sticky notes piled by my car keys
I've remembered where to go
It seems harder to be happy than it used to be
Hands are exclamation points
Stretching to a blinding void
Pulling taut on tired arms
Can you see the sparks
Won't let go
Can't let go for anything
So much harder to be happy than it used to be
On our way to cubicles
To buzz around the honeycomb
To earn the time to lie in sugar beds
There must have been a mistake
I am not who I meant to be
To dos and sticky notes piled by my car keys
I've remembered where to go