By An Ion Testo

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