Well I hope, when you can't hear what I am thinking, you know I can't always talk. But I'm always listening in an absence, where you hate to feel uncared for.
When some unfamiliar faces came to shop in our old house. I didn't bother trying to stop them until they emptied it out. I was standing by the front door, stuffing cash in a jar.
When you lift me out of me. When you lift me out of me will I know when I've changed?. And when you bring me back to me, will you bring me back to me, un-estranged.
Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade. A great excuse for celebration of the mess they've made. But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity's worth.
You were simpler. you were lighter when we thought like little kids. Like a weightless, hate-less animal. beautifully oblivious before you were hid inside a stranger you grew into.
Maybe when i'm older, i'll be clearer. More attuned and understanding. Well, i'm ready. I wrote a list of my demands and then I burned an older version.
In the hotel, I can't remember how the past felt. I rent a blank room to stop living in my past self. Fuck now. I'm outta here tomorrow. Fuck now. I'm outta here tomorrow.
Can you hear me when I'm trapped behind the mirror?. A doppelgänger roaring from my silent kind of furor?. . If you're quiet, you can hear the monster breathing....