The earth is robotic,
spinning, ironic,
nothing is different,
nothing makes a difference.
I often infer the truth,
but prefer not to talk to you,
so I will continue to assume,
that there is nothing in common between us two.
Love is a victim,
of a commercialist vision,
of red hearts and Hallmark cards,
Disney movies and lonely bars.
I try not to notice,
but these people they don't know this,
so they walk like they're robots,
smile and make small talk.
I pray that one day,
it will all go away,
that our interests will align,
be not robotic but sublime.
And the earth it will spin,
not on gears but on a whim,
it would all be much less formal,
it would all just be normal.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
The earth is robotic,
spinning, ironic,
nothing is different,
nothing makes a difference.
I often infer the truth,
but prefer not to talk to you,
so I will continue to assume,
that there is nothing in common between us two.
Love is a victim,
of a commercialist vision,
of red hearts and Hallmark cards,
Disney movies and lonely bars.
I try not to notice,
but these people they don't know this,
so they walk like they're robots,
smile and make small talk.
I pray that one day,
it will all go away,
that our interests will align,
be not robotic but sublime.
And the earth it will spin,
not on gears but on a whim,
it would all be much less formal,
it would all just be normal.
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