And you told me, Let's rearrange our fears So we can build a room To dance away the night. So you started Walking on the tightrope That is your life, And you started piling up What you dread the most. And I followed your lead Because you have always Been guiding the way. Always. And as the years Ticked by, Falling like a galactic Chain reaction of dominoes, We ended up Looking at a castle With thousands of ball rooms And a ridiculous amount Of fancy furniture. So you crowned me With your insecurities And I you with my mischief, And we became The broken rulers Of the sorry remnants Of our cancerous, Modern, society.