To Satellite - Lower Definition

Excuse me darling!

For breathing my own air

Excuse me baby, but are you even there?

You threw your arms around my shoulders

In hopes of pulling us much closer

But there’s static in my ear

Saying that you’re not real

What were you hoping for?

When you just close the door

You’ve got your fingers around my neck

And I struggle to breathe

But all the while you’d rather watch me choke

Then see me with a naked throat

I never thought you were worth waiting for

We’ve come so far for this

And all things missed left behind to build this

This is distance

Push and pull, dig into the skull

This life doesn’t wait, push and pull

With so much electricity flowing through this wrist

The sparks fly right off my lips

Imploding every existence.

For this

This is distance.

This is distance

Wandering aimlessly into the wrist

You have to give up for this

This is reality

There’s always cables on the way

To satellite.

To satellite

Wandering aimlessly into the wrist