When I hear that electronic chirp of sophisticated miniature machinery
I get excited because I think its you
I shouldn't
I have a momentary notification of
heavy disappointment when its not
You poke around my brain
There is no reason for me to feel this way
I know only artificial rays of light entering your eyes
You shouldn't hold such high status in mine
I am nothing to you in actuality
and you should be nothing to me
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
When I hear that electronic chirp of sophisticated miniature machinery
I get excited because I think its you
I shouldn't
I have a momentary notification of
heavy disappointment when its not
You poke around my brain
There is no reason for me to feel this way
I know only artificial rays of light entering your eyes
You shouldn't hold such high status in mine
I am nothing to you in actuality
and you should be nothing to me
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