On the train,  looking at you
You're a victim of my curiosity.
And i say yes to no question.
And i say yes to no invitation.
Vain smile hiding the truth.

Deep inside of me...
Dwells insanity.

Waiting for your night stories,
instead, empty glasses dancing. 
Kahlo paints for me, surreal dreams.

I can avoid the pain.
It's easy until, I don't look at it.
For the pain, to hurt,
it's easy too.
Has no empathy sensors.
Doesn't need them.
It uses needles to get under my skin.

Giving you pure affection.
What am I getting back...?
Cold handshake.
I value your grey dress more than
plenty of sweet words that I'll ever get.