Two parts make a whole
One green light makes a mole.
Unseen is what you'll never understand.
They know what's happening regardless of where.
They know you saw,
and they don't really care.
No comfort is there where they may ask,
Regardless, it was never your task.
A lonely soul, must constantly mask.
The bare minimum is a pretty big ask.
Pillows that they kept in their bed.
Taken in the morning,
Nothing in it's stead.
The comfort they used to find in you.
The memories they had all broken in two.
They'll make food and talk a lot.
Don't mind me, just lost in the plot.
Whenever the truth is something they entertain,
these things are not very hard to explain.
When they say clear,
you hear windex.
When you say Fajita,
they hear Texmex.
Dark is how it always must be.
Miss understandings is the person you'll see.
I want it normal, but that'll never be.
Just cut down the probability tree.
