Punch-Drunk Punk Rock Romance

PRESSED THE SEVEN SEQUENCED SILVER PANIC BUTTONS, THE DISTRESS CALLS THAT FALL ON A DISTRACTED SHORT-WAVE SIGNAL. A METRONOME TIMED TO MY PANIC STRICKEN BREATHING AND A PULSE CONDUCTED BY OUR DYING LINES. YOU SAID MY HEART SOUNDED LIKE A PAYPHONE IN THE RAIN. DISTORTED, DISTANT, SCRAMBLED AND DESPERATE. BABY, I SWEAR TO GOD TONIGHT I AM SOBER. IT'S THE RECEPTION BETWEEN US THAT'S FAILING. EVERYTHING'S COMING OUT ALL FRENZIED AND CONFUSED. SHE'S GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE COLLAPSING A HABIT AND A DANCE OUT OF A TANTRUM FIT (IT'S TRAGIC BUT I AM SOBERING UP). PICK UP THE PHONE. TONIGHT I FEEL LIKE THE HERO OF A RUSTING WAR. MY TOUCH HAS THE TIMING AND PRECISION OF A CAR WRECK. NO USE TRANSLATING THE TREMBLES. THEY'RE SYMPTOMS OF REPETITIVE TESTING FOR FLUCTUATION. IF I COME BACK HOME, I AM BRINGING BACK THE BENDS. SO GIVE ME A KISS. LET ME TASTE THE REPTILIAN APPEAL. SAY IT AGAIN BABY. DOES IT TURN YOU ON? DOES IT GET YOU HOT? I GET A LITTLE HYSTERICAL SOMETIMES. THE PANIC YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SO SENTIMENTAL. ALL THAT KICKING AND SCREAMING. EVERYTHING I TOUCH STARTS PEELING. WE MALFUNCTION LIKE MACHINES. GET UP OFF THE FLOOR AND ANSWER THE PHONE. I WANT TO BE A BIG STAR. DIDN'T WANT TO TOUCH SO HARD. OPEN THE DOOR. I AM YOUR DEVIANT SATELLITE, AN ORBIT DEFECTED BY THE BALLAST OF WORDS. YOU'RE THE REASON FOR COLLISIONS. I AM FACE DOWN LIKE A SAILOR WASHED UP UNDER YOUR WINDOW. TONIGHT IS A SHIPWRECK. NAVIGATING THROUGH DISORDER. NOW EVERY ELECTRIC STAR HUMS LIKE A TELECASTER. HOW PUNK ROCK IS THAT? YOU'RE SO OBLIVIOUS. BABY, YOU'RE MY OBLIVION.