Die So Fluid

I can’t stand the question written on your face
I don’t have the answer but I feel your pain.
You could have everything, have it all your way.
How much loss does it take to make you pray?
Existential baby- you kill me.
Sensorial, don’t think, just feel.
I could build a fortress around your heart,
But you’d look for hair cracks; pull it all apart.
You would destroy it before the work was done
Cos you look for pitfalls where there were none.
Existential baby- you kill me.
Sensorial, don’t think, just feel.