May, 2015
National Security Love Letter
I wish that you would notice me each time you pass me by. That you could see the you and me who live in my mind’s eye. Give me time and I will make you mine. You’re gonna love me like I love you. You’ll find out if you give me time.
I feel as though we’re such good friends; I know you through and through. No one else can see like me all the things you do: the notes you send your mother, the witty texts to friends, the blogs you read. You’re so like me, peculiar to the end. Give me time and I will make you mine.
Whatever it takes, I’ll do. If only to be with you. Whatever it takes, I’ll do.
Alone, I check the monitors and scan the audit trail. I run my queries just for you and know that I won’t fail. Give me time and I will make you mine.
The Cupertino Effect
And I feel like I see what I needed to be. But it’s not right, so I set sight on a permanently stated me. But it’s not quite, yeah it’s not quite exactly what it’s supposed to be, but I don’t fight it.
It’s the closest…
It’s the closest I’ve been to me. And the way that I share who I am everyday, there’s just one catch: I can’t seem to get back, like I’m trying to be what I’m supposed to say. So I think fast, and I broadcast exactly what I’m supposed to play, but it don’t last.
It’s the closest…
And I’ll be just a version of what you think of me, and it’s not right. Yeah, it’s not right, but it’s still the closest I’ve been to me. Been a long drive, been a hard ride, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, ’cause it’s all mine.
It’s the closest…
Time Head
Sometimes when I blink, the whole world goes out of sync. And when I open my eyes, then I find, to my surprise, that it’s later than I think. Sometimes when I stare, I find myself aware of missing memories, things that I should see, should be known to me, and then I want to scream.
Don’t look away, the Silence will fall, and I’ll forget what I saw, and that is all.
So trapped in my own mind, I fear my mind is blinded. What secrets could I be concealing? So frightened of myself, I fear there’s someone else inside of me.
Sometimes while I sleep, I rise from my bed and creep out the door alone, with a charge unknown. One my waking mind won’t keep. Sometimes when I wake, there’s a feeling I can’t shake: that I’m not alone, that something unknown is always watching me, and then I want to scream.
Don’t look away, the Silence will fall, and I’ll forget what I saw, and that is all.
So trapped in my own mind, I fear my mind is blinded. What secrets could I be concealing? So frightened of myself, I fear there’s someone else inside of me.
The moon through my window casts shadows on the wall–figures surrounding me. Murmuring voices cascading down the hall, whispering their decree: obey.
Sometimes I surrender and just let go, away. Sometimes it feels so good to disappear, away.
Commentary
Written by our former guitarist Gabe. The Autocorrect does not have an accurate written record of these lyrics—as the song says, “it’s the closest…”