Apropos

Been falling out of love

Don't take it personal

But maybe you should

And so should everyone you know

Keeping up with the Jones'

We're out of touch

Have I said enough

Or did you drown me out

We don't need to call it off

It's all my fault again

Come and find me in the in between

I'm ready to see

Past your last words

As quite and violent

As apropos as they were

I'm not fit for a fight

I'm a simple machine

If we win the war

It won't be because of me

Diplomatically I give it one in five

That I care enough to want to survive

We don't need to make a scene

I aim to please you

You can't tell me what we're fighting for

I'm ready for more than God and country

We don't need to call it off

It's all my fault again

Come and find me in the in between

I'm ready to see

Through your camera

But it was overexposed

Shot and forgotten

To never speak a thousand words

(I'm ready for more)

As quite and violent

As apropos as they were