Connected Infant

(ah) I bite the line before it breaks You call at four,

I know the tone A flat kind of panic dressed as calm

I say I'm fine,

I play it straight But every word keeps leaning on your name

I track each pause like it could save me Count every breath

between the blame You pull me close by going distant I hate

the game, I need the same Every small look turns the room

Every late reply lights the fuse I know better,

still I move Like a wire pulled tight to you You keep

me running in circles

Spinning hard, I can't slow down

If you leave a space,

I fill it Till your silence gets too loud

You are the ache I come back to The cut I keep

around

I know you're bad for my blood Still you're all I want

right now

My friends all talk,

I hear the shape But not the sense beneath the noise I

make excuses in your rhythm Like I was never given choice You

move one inch, I read disaster You say one line,

I build a shrine It's ugly how I need the friction To

prove your chaos still meets mine If I let go,

what fills the space If I stand still,

who am I then I built my heart around your weather

Now I wear the storm like skin You keep me running in

circles

Spinning hard, I can't slow down If you leave a space,

I fill it Till your silence gets too loud

You are the ache I come back to The cut I keep

around

I know you're bad for my blood Still you're all I want

right now

Right now Right now

Don't cut me loose

Right now