(One more like)
I look at you and see myself
A distorted reflection in a distant mirror
Bad luck is upon you as you reap the repercussions of refusing to see clearer
A mishandler of fragile feelings
Demanding and never delicate
A filter abuser, a constant accuser, less patient version
Virgin-born again into celibacy
Do I love you?
Do you really care?
Let’s see what Facebook has to say.
After all, what’s really important is put into hash tags these days
I’ll tell them indirectly, post up a pic, and wait
Do you guys like me?
(Maybe I care just a little bit)
Lie to me, as you do and i’ll stare right past you, right past myself and directly into the sunlight
And at this moment I can’t see a thing, and everything finally feels alright