1's and 0's

Yesterdays are one's and o's Collected in my silver bones And in my thoughts of blood and rust I fight an undertow Today's the movement of a clock You turn me on and cut me off I try to find the missing piece The piece you're so forgetful of Would you look at us So beautiful and fragile But under the surface we're not the same I'm a counterfeit and you are claimed Tomorrow we may find a way To blend the perfect distillate The pith and pit in every breath With wiry copper frame Would you look at us So beautiful and fragile But under the surface we're not the same I'm a counterfeit and you are claimed Would you look at us So beautiful and fragile But under the surface we're not the same I'm a counterfeit and you are claimed And our wires will cross Closing paths around us We will fill with dust But you have something boundless