our eyes are moving/ forward faster than/ these tangled chords/ i noticed that you want to leave/ we've burned out fast/ deciding who could complicate us and/ what comes next/ so here's my proposition: while our work gets started/ we'll keep expected formula strong/ but i guess i won't be with who i belong/ and here's my job/ but i miss something/ my line of focus is centered on narrow thinking/ and not from what i think is good on its own/ it's fading out/ well who can't do it/ pop is based on the most intimate charge/ but where it's at/ the scene permits it/ they're not concerned with technique/ feeling is all/ and when words spit out and i disintigrate/ maybe i'm not in such control/ maybe i needed enough to get me through this/ and then into breaking up form