The Spider To The Fly

The first step is the hardest, linking again across shattered glass
With a wariness of words, we fell into a familiar routine
A thing which was at first amazing, feels boring and crass
The way we swap lines, acting roles from a played out scene
Without exerting effort to my heart, I use the allure of the past
And like a trapped fly you crawl in, your soul will never be unclean
You never stop to rethink that step, they'll probably pray for you at mass
With a tap of fingers on screen, bow down and worship your queen.