please don't be technology

so i can turn up your love

like some cold machine

don't feed me scraps from your bed

and i won't be the stray coming back

just to be fed

don't be waves

come to steal my fate, marine

just pretend

that you want me

and be my bait

don't be that note i can't hold

don't be that joke that i told

and told

'til it got old

don't be that hand around my throat

so i can't breathe

you say you're my friend

but why won't you be my family?

well, if you breed

just don't tell me

be my bait

be my serene

tell me you know what i mean

you've set on me but you are not the sun

and you will not listen