Pressure to protect you, the swelling buildup that will blow the door off and never call again. He thinks you’re the star that fell and didn’t get wished on, who washed up willing. A little overblown conversation is enough to get wheels greased and the squeaks to stop. Now that we’ve left the patterns behind and life has become very much unstable and uncharted, now that the insanity has slid back to the shadows and we’re crazy here in the real world, now is when we stop listening to crackpots and try to step out of childhood and make our eyes a little less wide. Now is time to break the clocks and stop watching stopwatches. But of course, this is exactly the time it was a long time ago, and you, not we, are exactly where you’ve been before, with an inverted lover who still won’t love you just the same. How soon until the revolution?