i think you've broken in
  i think you've reached intersection
  i think you've loaded the gun
  past formalities into action
  the way you stand there
  face facing right, eyes locking in
  i am your target
  pupils dilate to take the hit
    no dish. no cable. simply an aerial.
  i've got it.
    i take the liberty
  i take the bait and place the bait
  i take all the tools on my belt
  sharpen them up and set them out
    i've come to notice
  i've come to know you
  been feeling way too centered
  now i'm reaching out of this lazy middle
    no dish. no cable. simply an aerial.
  i've got it.
    now you've locked me straight in the doorway
  now you've locked me foreign language
  now it's missed what i feared missed
  how beside you i am sharing i am
    fuck dim shouldered and your
  your, you're boredom
  boredom boredom babies