The Push and Pull
It’s all manufactured
The rise of my private empire
Hands gripping to release
With scenes warping all true desire
Remember long ago
When the touch didn’t cut so deep
It got me in the feels
Not as ashamed, angry or cheap
I push up; I pull down
It begins and ends all the same
This is getting f*cking ridiculous
I think I’m going insane
The battery is charged
And my eyes scan screen to screen
They never reach a point
Just a head-popping downstream
It’s hard to understand
How all this came out to be
A whitewash of the truth
Is a miserable guarantee
I push up; I pull down
It begins and ends all the same
I can’t believe I’m still allowing this
My mind must love this game
I breathe, I stop, I pull away
This will not be my whole damned day
Not fun for me, not fun for you
Peek-a-boo, the bullsh*t is through
I push up; I pull down
It begins and ends all the same
Hope eventually this gets easier
A cleansing of the stain
I push up; I pull down
It begins and ends all the same
If I lose my feel for the perfect touch
The spiral will remain
I push up; I pull down
It begins and ends all the same
I’m being pulled in all directions here
The push: an inner flame