Walkie No Talkie

Facing up to finally turning off all the systems we created
Cutting through the ties that aren't enough
It's a constant operation

Talking in the talking therapy

Is it obvious that I'm dreaming?
Just like everyone seeing all of the uncertain certainty
Is it clear that I should stay here?

Drowning in an endless steady stream of the memories we created
Drowning out here, lonely, lonely me
Is it clear that we should leave?

Talking in the talking therapy

Is it obvious that I'm leaving?
Seems like everyone's out here shouting what we can and cannot be

And I don't need that no more
Feels like everyone already knows