He said/She said

He said/She said

Our styles are different; that I can see
Our aims are the same, ultimately

This level of comfort's difficult to maintain
Even with advances in technology

So I say let's destroy the world politely
There's no reason to be mean

If we destroy the world politely
It may even say "Thanks"

It's written in prophecies
It's spelt out on lists

How can we deny your desire
For happiness

We'll watch it on monitors
Feel it in winds

It'll be incremental
Except for an occasional rift

We'll take things apart
Then eat up the bits

You could play along
With honorary player status

modus vivendi

modus vivendi

I meet people
We talk about our lives

Take off clothes
And try to survive

Barely scratching surfaces
Stabbing the dark

Waking up without
Feeling too caught

Creating small
Understandings

With shared dreams,
Fears, and loss

Spreading dormant viruses
While almost touching love

1,000 Decisions

1,000 decisions

When you make
A thousand decisions

Nostalgia's instant
For the life you had just seconds before

But the game moves on
Pieces drop

Only then you notice
Locks on the door

Others demand
You show your hand

For a second you feel
Confidence slip

But the moment's yours
Precisely because

They're too scared
To acknowledge

What they've already lost