pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons the distress calls that fall on a distracted short wave signal a metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing and a pulse conducted by our dying lines you said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain distorted distant scrambled and desperate baby i swear to god tonight i am sober it s the reception between us that s failing everything s coming out all frenzied and confused she s got what it takes to make collapsing a habit and a dance out of a tantrum fit pick up the phone tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war my touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck no use translating the trembles they re symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation if i come back home i am bringing back the bends so give me a kiss let me taste the reptilian appeal say it again baby does it turn you on does it get you hot i get a little hysterical sometimes the panic you shouldn t have been so sentimental all that kicking and screaming everything i touch starts peeling we malfunction like machines get up off the floor and answer the phone i want to be a big star didn t want to touch so hard open the door i am your deviant satellite an orbit defected by the ballast of words you re the reason for collisions i am face down like a sailor washed up under your window tonight is a shipwreck navigating through disorder now every electric star hums like a telecaster how punk rock is that you re so oblivious baby you re my oblivion