if I tell you what is going wrong
I won't give you specifics
or tell you what I think I like
yet think I shouldn't like

when I told you I had found the cause
to imply it was worth finding
you told me you had sold the tape
it wasn't worth rewinding

we must stick together for there to ever
be a chance that we can
once again be sane
the same

some parts of the things I need
are part of continuation
yet I never want to have kids
a trade-off between what I want
and what I want to want
a battle between egos and ids

too many of the things I love
I'm ashamed to say I love
and who has a lifetime to spare anyway
the specifics are undoing us
while we're generally okay

electrons are too hard to love
yet I think of them too much
they always seem like a good idea
when they're too far to touch
though I heard once that some of us
will end ourselves that way
but not me I've been promised worlds
if I manage to stay

self-censorship's for my own good
we're all slaves to something
just keep on looking
for it
but then I break down and tell you my secrets
so you want to know who I am
well here are the specifics

if you're hooked in then we may kiss/commune
I take the time to memorize all the statistics I invented
half of the time I fell hard
in love
so of the six aesthetic archetypes
I need to know which one are you
today a lonely life declares itself worth living for
and overrides any Thoughts I might have had
not bad