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