A cliché phrase sets the stage a broken home I don't know wasn't there but I assumed things were better well maybe baby things might get a little crazy down the road but for now enjoy what you've got with me I'll put ink into skin for prosperity because charms aren't permanent good luck saves the day keep it dark because nothings safe and I will I'll find you there your tangent writings you'll whisper back share with me a unprotected sensitivity one that the world has never seen we're chasing our tails in circles paper cuts as well through most forms of carbon life no one can find me I hole myself away from observing eyes and obscure signals keep it dark because because nothings safe I'll lose it all in prosthetic thoughts and tangent writings you'll whisper back cause I cant see you enjoy what you've got with me careful with those stars you have they're paper careful with those stars you have they're paper well maybe baby things might get a little crazy down the road well maybe baby things might get a little crazy down the road I'm still here I'm still here I can't hear you I'm still here so whisper back