Reflection; Profound Curses MUTE Us

Dead flowers for a dead girl; she’s a She-thief in wolf’s clothing, thoughts for a deceased soul gone bankrupt. It’s a blank lottery every time; give your prizes to another. Visits every Sunday but you never look my way. Make me forget, I want to forget; when I see your face and hear your words I stop cold. Never have I been so blinded by head lights, dulled by low lights, calmed by black lights. You say you’re a poet, criminal; animal. Transparent like clear skies, all you bring is tears and misfortune. The craft is in the presentation; made to feel invisible so I’ll treat you that way. And I’ll walk with you in days long, I’ll sit with you and write you songs but I’m made to feel invisible so I’ll treat you that way. All tricks, no treat I should have left you on the corner near that street. Take out, make out, it’s all made out to be what it can’t. You’re only as good as you can fake it. What I can’t have, I fake for myself; why can’t you learn to love yourself? Like a satellite in space, flickering in the distance; a submarine in the ocean, drowning in distance; airplanes in the atmosphere, too high from reach; the distant flickering of a TV screen, subliminal mind flash; medication running low, it’s the days I can’t take; it’s all in the name, it’s all in the motions; are you here? My expectations exceed you and my leaving proceeds you. Keep your feet off of my shadow as I walk away. Run on free, run on free. Free from you and me.