I think about that Fight Club scene a lot where the strangers are joining in
If you beat yourself up long enough I guess you draw an audience
And I don't want to follow footsteps anymore in the shoes that I once wore
Because I won't follow where you've taken me before.
Brand new strings attached
New tension, it pulls me back
I'm hanging in free-falls by the strings attached
Over your abyss, this new nothingness
That mocks any meaning I give it.
Like a broken toy you once electrified
You know it's got that stupid look of hope still painted on its eyes.
Tangled up, have we not struggled enough?
Tangled up until we learn to cut the brand new strings
We're gonna try to fill it up & fail.
yes friends, our hero once again has been punished by the plot.
whatever was forming has now been cremated shapeless.
the echoes of what were are the only thing left to be heard -
and he hears them with his five senses
each and every sense still HEARS them
as together, we wait for the echoes to fade.
but behold, all is not lost....
he still uses her netflix.
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