In our meeting of the minds,
you've got signal. I've got noise.
You're the hook and I'm live bait.
your scales sit empty without a counterweight.
So begins our partnership. I'll tell you: honestly,
I can be hard to take. but you'll get used to me.
I'll bring my best when I can find it, and you'll see:
I'll make it hard to breathe. But you'll get used to me.
So we had to intersect.
I'm all elbows and thumbs.
You're the drill when I'm just numb.
I'll let you drill until you hit the bottom.
Ah - You've got theories; I've got plans.
I will bolt you to the floor.
Don't pretend that's a surprise.
dangerous reactions that I decatalyze
At our equilibrium, I'll think: Ironically,
you would have been impressed by what I used to be.
Everybody hits their grand plateau eventually.
Why try to fight it, friend? You'll get used to me.