the used in the use too and the good in the bye, the wave in the time, they call it a hand, slowly shifting goodbye, we're always good, always bye. the forgetting, why am i here, where did you come from, what do you want, what do you need, what are we trying to pull again. the poise in the statue, the never ending raise, the loss of our poise. never really had it did we. the never happening nothing of everything needing everything. let's be strangers, but totally miss each other on the sidewalk and walk with our lifes uninfluenced by one another, we are so destructive. break my skull into bits of glass and dance in the shards of everything that would've never happened if we had never greeted each other and fell into smiles and then fell into bed, and that would've saved us a whole heap of trouble. but we like our trouble, we love our trouble. but i could've gotten into just as much without you, that would've been nice.