All of the "I love you"s in the world

Precious as a string of plastic pearls

Bedazzling the landfill of your pure

Intentions

You’re

All

Set

To blow your cover

Will

You

Bet

Your life?

Automatic pilot, rest your eyes

Slapstick tightrope sleepwalkers survive

Kiss automaticity goodbye, it’s no

Protection

You

Don’t

Get

To do this over

You

Don’t

Get

More time

Your words are meaningless if you never put aside

Your disguise

Typing “save me” into a browser window won’t

Make it alright

So lifelike, when you take

Your placе

And say what you’re expectеd to say

In half-light, anyway

Some half-baked, half-awake

Embrace

Waiting for the end of the day

Or for a slap in the face

You

Don’t

Get

To do this over

Will

You

Bet

Your life

Unconscious in overdrive

I wanna open my eyes

And see your face in the lights

Oh!