He Could 'Sing the Phonebook' as They Say

Checking out You’ve created a world in your head That I’m not apart of Technically speaking, Those actions should have come with a price To raise satisfaction so heavily Is asking too much of me You’ll catch me off to the side, Escaping into my mind with relative ease Your venality is comforting Consciously banking on plan B I’m not prepared for this to break me Maybe I’ll leave with a false sense of starting over ‘Till the end of this martyr party, Expecting to see me on the other side of the glass, Parting ways with my reflection