Science vs. Romance.

I used to think if i could realize 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 (as for those things),
that act as markers in your life.
But in between (but in between),
you can't remember,
and so it seems (and so it seems),
that you've grown up and over me (up and over me).
And these silly things (these silly things),
i like to dwell on.

Test sites keep me up at night.
Chainlink and meters,
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.

Zeros and ones.