Seesaw, the weight I carry flocks
To the same
Place I care
For that you
Moved on to
Right after me
Sights on the next face that I cross
But the things that I do
They're the same
Why don't you just follow me?
Who's to say, who's to say
Why not just plan, it's the city?
The suburbs are dead tonight
All day the metro squeezes blocks
Of the same
Human cubes
Squished into
Little seats, and right on cue
My shoulder dips into a pool
Of the sweat
And the threat
That I won't feel the pain of leaving you
I can not ask you to stay late
I can not ask you to stay long
We're all just out here having fun
It's just the age of the sterile one