When They Ask Me If It Feels Like Snap

It’s not like snap.
It’s not like that.
It’s not so packed or wrapped compact as snap.
It’s not so quick.
So self-contained.
Not a switch you flick or a box you tick.
It’s not like snap.

Snap doesn’t change or rearrange.
Its Jekyll or Hyde,
High tides that subside,
Two sides to collide with a wide-eyed cry.
Its black or its white, head fucked or alright,
There’s no steady climb or shift over time,
The lines are too neat; up, down and repeat.
It’s not like that.
It’s not like snap.

It’s more like a surge.
Like reactions all merge.
Like too potent emotions submerge and converge.
It’s more like a drumming
Your thoughts can’t stop humming
Erratic, fanatic, so fast that they’re static.
Emotions are leaders
No time out for bleeders
Can’t reject it, object it, emergency exit.
It’s not like snap.

It’s more like catch up.
More like keep up.
More like why the fuck not pick the speed up.
More like try me.
Girl almighty.
World cant tame me, take me, fake me, make me.
More like pounding.
More astounding.
More confounding and resounding.
Self-assurance in endurance
All this power, need more hours
To deduce, seduce, produce.
It’s not like snap.

It’s more like frightened.
Fears been heightened
Been enlightened with the truth:
Whole world hates you
Who would date you?
God is late and gained weight too.
It’s more like panic
Am I manic?
That’s not it, you’re all just slow.
It’s more like needy
More like pleading
More like need you, bleed you, breathe you.
More like horny
God you bore me
More like know the world adores me
It’s more like anger.
Irritation.
Pure frustration, your creation
Can’t understand
Why d’you walk so slow?
Why d’you talk so low?
Can’t you know how much you owe from off the fucking Nandos bill?
What d’you mean I talk too fast?
What d’you means words overlap?
What d’you mean you just don’t get it?
It’s not that hard, fuck off, forget it.
It’s not like snap.