When you crawl to my side
 you're like a wounded bird
 with your wings weighed down
 you're somehow smaller than you were
 but all of it was real to me
 'til you showed me
 we were make-believe

 why are we not accelerating
 pedals down
 our pulses racing
 particles kaleidoscopic
 fireworks dreamed by an ion

 now the charges are laid
 the poles have swung away
 and right at the split
 you might just feel some pain
 or maybe you will realize that
 i'm small enough to slip your mind