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