I will learn to console
 the dying cylon
 whose hope
 has binary slow turned
 into grief into
 hearts we hid up our sleeves
 I didn't have to leave
 I can see
 I was hopeless and naive
 now I see now I see

 making good on our plan
 as I stuck to my presets
 no offense
 it's just I never made amends
 with myself
 I'll always see through this lens
 the wires bind the stems
 I will not
 shoot my valence through the air
 I am not
 one of them

 two words
 I never thought they'd be the ones I'd choose
 and I'll always follow through
 few turns
 I never thought they'd be the ones of news
 It's closer than I ever knew