To Satellite

Excuse me darling!
For breathing my own air
Excuse me baby, but are you even there?
You threw your arms around my shoulders
In hopes of pulling us much closer
But there’s static in my ear
Saying that you’re not real
What were you hoping for?
When you just close the door
You’ve got your fingers around my neck
And I struggle to breathe
But all the while you’d rather watch me choke
Then see me with a naked throat
I never thought you were worth waiting for
We’ve come so far for this
And all things missed left behind to build this
This is distance
Push and pull, dig into the skull
This life doesn’t wait, push and pull
With so much electricity flowing through this wrist
The sparks fly right off my lips
Imploding every existence. For this
This is distance. This is distance
Wandering aimlessly into the wrist
You have to give up for this
This is reality
There’s always cables on the way
To satellite. To satellite
Wandering aimlessly into the wrist