This Transient - For The Mathematics

From the moves

Of a subject versed in the finer points of

Every verbal edge

You make the case

For the lull of standing still

The comfort of these words without the cost

After a hint of submission moves the air

You’re too tired to feign a reaction

It’s your move

Out of sound

And sleep in a summer polluted and flooded by heat

Your words have too much edge

You make the case

For the lull of standing still

The comfort of these games without the loss

After a hint of submission moves the air

You’re too tired to feign a reaction

It’s your move (this is not how we should fall)

I’ll make my way through the lines

You squeeze the days through your time

This is not how we should fall

I want you to hurt like I do

After a hint of submission moves the air

We find a thin resolution (this is not how we should fall)

After a hint of submission moves the air

You’re too tired to feign a reaction