Our eyes are moving   Forward faster than   These tangled chords   I noticed that you want to leave   We've burned out fast   Deciding who could complicate us and   What comes next   So here's my proposition:   While our work gets started   We'll keep expected formula strong   But I guess I won't be with who I belong   And here's my job   But I miss something   My line of focus is centered on narrow thinking   And not from what I think is good on it's own   It's fading out   Well, who can't do it?   Pop is based on the most intimate charge   But where it's at   The scene permits it   They're not concerned with technique   Feeling is all   And when words spit out and I disintegrate   Maybe I'm not in such control   Maybe I needed enough to get me through this   And then into breaking up form