Oh, baby

You're too pure


You're too pure for this wicked world

Your data's uncorrupted

But does something skip inside you?

That's what takes up time in your life

Add the sum of the slights



Sooner or later, love comes inside you

Gets behind you

Takes you under its wing

Is it some kind of function?

A reconstruction of where you've always been?



Sense-memory

That's so passe

Is that what passes for vision these days?

I engineer no strangeness

I don't have that modern streak

What fills up the space in your life?

Does the sum of the slights hurt?



I said time can't hurt you

I can't be bothered to get you alone in this world

You can do it yourself

But make your ends known to your means and your lovers



Drop your guard

Get over yourself

Kick your shoes to the floor, and run from your cover

Run to the other side of your head, and I'll stand right by you

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