When our toasters finally come to kill us. A creator complex will fulfill us. Follow me down near the road ahead. Where we mean everything that we've ever said.
This ache that follows you down. From wherever you both came from. Well it won't leave. Quietly. It just waits here noisily with me. . I turn to go but quite instead.
In the international rumble. She takes a chance and comes to me. And falling through the cracks we tumble. Not far at all but enough to see. We've come to rest our backs against the rubble.