I prefer my hours unreasonable, And my friends and allies insane.


I prefer my fingers broken, and my phone disconnected


So even if you tried to call, I wouldn't get the message.
Or be able to reply.

Leave a message after the tone
Beep
You don't need me to jumpstart your solitude-
You seem to be doing fine on your own


I prefer my memories erased, and my saviors visible.
Not that i need saving.
Not that i need your help.*

I gave up on humans a long time ago
I prefer my my birds singing, my ears ringing
As your words echo in my head


I'd leave you for dead,
If ever the chance came my way.
I am no Good Samaritan,
As it turns out


I prefer my ink black anyway, and the horizon invisible
Losing my place, is what I always seem to do
Looking for the sounds
Listening to the sights

*Left in a cold darkness that is absence,
Of mind, of body,
But most notably, of you.