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
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