Load It

I hear you

run down the stairs

who will you be today?



a little dance

not too advanced

you try to embarrass me



every day is an empty click

in case my friend

you forget to load it



I make things up

I make them mine

the saint-bugs are back in town



spring is here

accelerates

logic does not apply



the warehouse no

don't stop let's go

it's locked we'll come back tonight



every day is an empty click

in case my friend

you forget to load it



there go our sisters

so young and cool

out with their friends

and there own set of rules



when you smile

you sometimes look

endangered almost exstinct



it helps to feel

alive and well

there's breath on the mirror still



every day is an empty click

in case my friend

you forget to load it



you could ask the kids

fresh out of the swings

but the knowledge is silent

as it's always been



the writing stays up on the wall

although it has been said before



nothing lasts but look I was here

the name and the date

a short message the year