cut hands

I can tell you it's an answer, it's what you're after from me

I keep you floating out in dead space, you're coming unchained from it

Let me fill you with an update, fuck you, I'm okay, now what?

You imploding is the outcome, your running systems failed

Your eyelids getting heavy, not pulling me out of my grace

You feel no longer steady, but not wanting to give up

You're running out of pennies, not pulling me off my plane

I can tell you the attention of which you fish isn't coming