A spoken-word piece where the narrator confesses to a distant lover that they've already withdrawn and lost themselves. They oscillate between pleading for closeness and asserting independence, using metaphors of telephones and explosives to convey emotional distance and resilience against being hurt.
You, oh, guess you never even wanted more than this, and I distanced myself from you. Hello! Another place. I just need you, babe. Just take my hand. You need to do it. I lost myself to be with you. Always in your hands, telephone, but hey, nothing that does show. Your heart don't listen, crank up, override the insane, exceed and have no touch. You can try but you fail to harm me, I'm not an explosive.
