I used to think 
If I could realise I'd die 
Then I would be a lot nicer 
Used to believe 
In a lot more 
Now I just see straight ahead 

That's not to say 
I don't have good times 
But as for my days 
I spend them waiting 

Crash sites keep me up at night 
Impact, division 
It splits in two 
Directly underneath you 

As for those things 
That act as markers in your life 
But in between you can't remember 
And so it seems 
That you've grown up and over me 
And these silly things I like to dwell on 

Test sites keep me up at night 
Chainlink and metres 
I talk to you 
It's cold out there, but I'm telling you 
I'm lonely too 

Facts versus romance 
You go and call yourself the boss 
But we're not robots inside a grid 

Text versus romance 
You go and add it all you want 
Still we're not robots inside a grid 
Zeroes and ones