So cryptic, in your cynical silence,
Calculating my moves through and through,
Cracking the code with no secrets.
Like static on your dad's tv,
You cannot safely conclude
Why I look away in shame,
Yet heighten your mood.
And if the world came crashing down,
You'd be on your warm park bench,
Preoccupied with the downpoar rather than the earthquakes.
What a mystery
I must be
To you, who can't read
My internal transcript plainly.
So here you sit and here I stare,
One skeptically scanning the other,
Less than 8 inches away from our worst adversary.
So tell me, dear,
When did you start to fear
The light's first break
And the demon's leer?
And when did I become so afraid
And suffer such heartache
At the end of the day
But enjoy it all the same?
Maybe after all this analysis,
We've left our sanity behind,
Reading into every letter of our utterances.
I've infiltrated your mental fortress
And now you're fairly easy to read.
I tried to hide myself from you,
But it seems you've taken part of me.
