dial-by-numbers, your apps already know too much

listen to your breath, call it acoustic emission
I would standby inside you, hold a hand in death

 
You don't know this narrowband of precious ache 

I can give, I can take, reading Broadly

Come to my dialog window

 
Crawl inside, some LCD light instead of fire

I'll be home soon with my lines open 

Nothing autofills the blackness like 

I'm burning pixels just to search you, desire 

 

can't afford to sleep with subordinate needs

Giving away promises, machines can't keep