They said, So what’s your type?
I said, Haven’t got one, But there must be more than two, And if you’re in, me and you We can play this game with no teams and no winners– We’re neither the saints nor the purest of sinners, But be my incentive for sticking around on earth, And I’ll be yours too. We’ll never find stars down here I’m told, But our participation here’s prized above gold.
So let’s make a story about me and you No need to represent Nothing to represent
Not theory nor experiment. This is a story about me and you:
I’m just here to kill time, I say,
So just kill time with me.
Help me strangle it before it strangles us.
We need to stop its ticking pulse,
So we can play off the beat.
There were futures, but I said kill time with me now.
We’ll twist up its forward and back.
It won’t be easy, but when we’ve made it,
We’ll feel its grip grow limp, its gaze grow vacant,
Its march stumble to stop in the path.
I wanna kill time with you,
And bury it deep in the sand.
They might dig up the fossils one day, I guess,
And think up who did it, they’ll know, more or less,
But we’ve got timeless space ’til then.
That I was desirable so long as I was shrouded in that cloud of mystique
(which was mostly just the fog in your eyes
but I didn’t have the heart to point out the difference)
And your foggy eyes lit up when you saw in me
Some alien freak here to show you a whole new #$@%ing world
So I tried to say that I’m really from this planet
And you’re not really the center of it
And between the deadness of Venus and Mars
We’re all life on Earth just trying to make it
But as you looked down to Earth
All you could see
Was some exotic fruit here for your consumption
To suck on the flesh and throw out the core
Despite my best efforts, I seem to have become one of those people who writes emotional poetry on the internet. Oh well.