caught up

i've reached the sticking point when it comes to you and how much space you take up in my everyday the day to day the down to the millisecond split for the winner of this marathon of magic make it stop make it stop make it stop see now that i know the urgency and the agony of wanting i can only hold onto hope that you do too too risky to say it out loud but you have always read between my lines so finally it is time to undo the code and flick the kill switch three two one one more hint and i will rupture into pieces too bent to be put back together again again i find my centre screams for only you you are the drift net and i am yesterday's jetsam ready to be gathered when it comes to you i've reached the sticking point