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My scientist shows me a picture of a
Big red circle with a green smudge on top
My scientist says: "That's an apple"
I say: "Okay, an apple"
He says: "Very well done"
He says: "You are a woman, and I am a scientist
I am a human and well, you're something else"
He says: "This is existence, oh welcome to existence"
and then he flips my switch and turns me off
My scientist wears think-rimmed glasses
And he works in a lab
And he doesn't sleep much
My scientist stares into microscopes
Scratches his head and he doesn't say much
I say: "Hey Mr. Scientist, let's go outside,
you talk about outside, but you never go out"
He says: "I am a scientist, I got work to do,
when work is done I will go out"
My scientist sits on the corner of his bed
He is crying so I ask him what's wrong
My scientist says: "You are dying"
I say: "What is dying?"
He says: "Nevermind"
So we sit together on the corner of the bed
And nothing else is said, we just sit there together
And I touch his hand and he touches mine
And then he flips my switch and turns me off
My scientist stands with his back turned
Waiting for the answers to appear before his eyes
My scientist didn't see it coming
Didn't even have a chance to beg or cry
So I carry him back to the corner of the bed
And put a pillow under his bloody head
And I stand up, brush off, walk to the door
Turn off the lights and go outside
Big red circle with a green smudge on top
My scientist says: "That's an apple"
I say: "Okay, an apple"
He says: "Very well done"
He says: "You are a woman, and I am a scientist
I am a human and well, you're something else"
He says: "This is existence, oh welcome to existence"
and then he flips my switch and turns me off
My scientist wears think-rimmed glasses
And he works in a lab
And he doesn't sleep much
My scientist stares into microscopes
Scratches his head and he doesn't say much
I say: "Hey Mr. Scientist, let's go outside,
you talk about outside, but you never go out"
He says: "I am a scientist, I got work to do,
when work is done I will go out"
My scientist sits on the corner of his bed
He is crying so I ask him what's wrong
My scientist says: "You are dying"
I say: "What is dying?"
He says: "Nevermind"
So we sit together on the corner of the bed
And nothing else is said, we just sit there together
And I touch his hand and he touches mine
And then he flips my switch and turns me off
My scientist stands with his back turned
Waiting for the answers to appear before his eyes
My scientist didn't see it coming
Didn't even have a chance to beg or cry
So I carry him back to the corner of the bed
And put a pillow under his bloody head
And I stand up, brush off, walk to the door
Turn off the lights and go outside
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